ILIZA - Баба-яга - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

A beautiful maiden wanders through a dense forest.

She can't sleep for the third night, everyone around her is shaking.

Now her face is painfully round, now "you're just a vessel."

She wanders, shedding tears, like the sky is on fire.

The frost burns her skin, as if in an unexpected dream.

Don't fall for my dreams, come to me instead.

Turn around, turn around, now turn around, now turn around.

What kind of chicken legs are these (chicken legs)?

We don't need such.

You're not a woman, you're a fiend of hell.

The path is submissive.

And sweet, on.

Drink the poison.

The beautiful maiden entered and the door slammed.

Now she's torn, now afraid of what will happen now.

And who is huddled here, if not a leper?

She's her own queen in the light and the wilderness.

He who avoids the forest is accustomed to living in Lies

Cry, fair maiden, and tell her your troubles.

...

Baba Yaga lit the stove, filled it with fragrant hay, brewed magical herbs, fumigated the bathhouse, chased away the devils, fed the bathhouse owner, and then began to steam the fair maiden in the bathhouse for three days and three nights. The fair maiden shed three streams of tears, then vomited three times, howled like a wolf, growled like a marten, and poured out her whole life to Baba Yaga. She listened, wiping away tears, unbraiding her hair, wiping it with herbs, rolling it with salt, beating it with brooms, kneading it with her hands, and lulling it to sleep like a child...

Meet your former passion, fair maiden.

Your own right hand and your own power.

Against those who fear, open your mouth.

Dance, heady summer, and the snows of immortality.

Dance when you're undressed, and while you're naked.

With love and greetings, your Baba Yaga.

Turn around, turn around, now front, now back.

What kind of chicken legs are these (chicken legs)?

We don't need those.

You're a woman, you're a fiend of hell.

You're submissive.

And sweet, no.

What the fuck do you need?