Текст песни
Saw the flicker of a lantern in the distance and decided, no sooner had she started speaking
if you see the baba yaga
Bella s father used to say, one evening ysabella found
and when she thought she was alone
from the never ending wheat
Beware the baba yaga, and took her back to serve her at the chicken-leg shack
And pick the black grains and the white peas, fell and cracked her head on something hard
From the never ending wheat, she knelt and clasped her hands to pray
and took her back to serve her at the chicken-leg shack
scrambled through the woods the way she had before
That she was still out in the forest when she should have been at home, bella s father used to say Smokey, fell and cracked her head on something hard
For her appetite for children, she lost her footing
Howling out in pain, no sooner had she started speaking, and over overwhelming power
Each day she had to clean the house and yard, fell and cracked her head on something hard, who would never lift a finger to get anything done
Run from the baba yaga, beware the baba yaga Bastard, bella s father used to say
Each day she had to clean the house and yard, baba yaga stood there
And swooping down she caught the poor girl in a hempen sack, pestle and mortar in full flight then Bastard, and pick the black grains and the white peas
With her wicked stepmother and her cruel stepsisters, pursued by men on horseback in the dreadful witch s charge
Scrambled through the woods the way she had before, and took her back to serve her at the chicken-leg shack Yaga, beware the baba yaga
From the never ending wheat, ysabella grew up in a house down by the river
Unholy being both capricious and bold, unholy being both capricious and bold, if the baba yaga catches you you re done
To make her way towards the light, and swooping down she caught the poor girl in a hempen sack
Cook supper from the mushrooms in the wood, for her appetite for children, pestle and mortar in full flight then
run from the baba yaga
if you re caught out late at night then
through no fault of her own
She lost her footing, baba yaga stood there
One evening ysabella found, and swooping down she caught the poor girl in a hempen sack
leaving little ysabella as the only one
cook supper from the mushrooms in the wood
And over overwhelming power, each day she had to clean the house and yard Baba, no sooner had she started speaking
And took her back to serve her at the chicken-leg shack, cook supper from the mushrooms in the wood, baba yaga watched her as she went below
That she was still out in the forest when she should have been at home, and pick the black grains and the white peas
Run from the baba yaga, pestle and mortar in full flight then
For her appetite for children, leaving little ysabella as the only one