The Kinks - Wicked Annabella
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In a dark and misty house,
Where no Christian man has been,
Wicked Annabella mixes a brew
That no one's ever seen.
Relatives have passed her by,
Too scared to even say hello.
She's in perpetual midnight,
She shuts out the day,
And goes about her sinful ways.
I, I've seen her hair, I've seen her face,
Look towards mine.
I, I've felt her eyes burning my soul,
Twisting my mind.
Little children who are good
Should always go to sleep at night,
'Cause Wicked Annabella is up in the sky
Hopin' they will open their eyes.
Don't go into the woods tonight,
'Cause underneath the sticks and stones
Are lots of little demons enslaved by Annabella
Waiting just to carry you home
В доме, окружённом темнотой и мглой,
Где не ступала нога христианина,
Порочная Аннабелла замешивает
Невиданное зелье.
Родственники обходят её стороной,
Слишком напуганные, чтобы хотя бы сказать "здравствуй".
Она живёт в вечной полуночи.
Она избегает дневного света.
Идёт по греховному пути.
Я, я видел её волосы, я видел её лицо,
Глядящее на меня.
Я, я чувствовал её взгляд, обжигающий душу,
Мутящий рассудок.
Хорошие маленькие дети
Должны ночью крепко спать,
Ведь Порочная Аннабелла, летая по небу,
Надеется что они откроют глаза.
Не ходи сегодня в лес,
Ведь под хворостом и камнями,
Ждут маленькие бесята, порабощенные Аннабеллой,
Которые утащат тебя к себе домой.
Where no Christian man has been,
Wicked Annabella mixes a brew
That no one's ever seen.
Relatives have passed her by,
Too scared to even say hello.
She's in perpetual midnight,
She shuts out the day,
And goes about her sinful ways.
I, I've seen her hair, I've seen her face,
Look towards mine.
I, I've felt her eyes burning my soul,
Twisting my mind.
Little children who are good
Should always go to sleep at night,
'Cause Wicked Annabella is up in the sky
Hopin' they will open their eyes.
Don't go into the woods tonight,
'Cause underneath the sticks and stones
Are lots of little demons enslaved by Annabella
Waiting just to carry you home
В доме, окружённом темнотой и мглой,
Где не ступала нога христианина,
Порочная Аннабелла замешивает
Невиданное зелье.
Родственники обходят её стороной,
Слишком напуганные, чтобы хотя бы сказать "здравствуй".
Она живёт в вечной полуночи.
Она избегает дневного света.
Идёт по греховному пути.
Я, я видел её волосы, я видел её лицо,
Глядящее на меня.
Я, я чувствовал её взгляд, обжигающий душу,
Мутящий рассудок.
Хорошие маленькие дети
Должны ночью крепко спать,
Ведь Порочная Аннабелла, летая по небу,
Надеется что они откроют глаза.
Не ходи сегодня в лес,
Ведь под хворостом и камнями,
Ждут маленькие бесята, порабощенные Аннабеллой,
Которые утащат тебя к себе домой.
In a Dark and Misty House,
Were No Christian Man Has Been,
Wicked Annabella Mixes a Brew
That no one's Ever Seen.
Relatives have passed her by,
Too Scared to Even Say Hello.
She's in perpetual midnight,
She shuts out the day,
And Goes ABOUT HER SINFUL WAYS.
I, i've Seen Her Hair, i've Seen Her Face,
LOOK TOWARDS Mine.
I, i've Felt Her Eyes Burning My Soul,
Twisting My Mind.
Little Children Who are Good
Shoup Always Go to Sleep at Night,
'Cause Wicked Annabella Is up in the Sky
Hopin 'They Will Open Their Eyes.
Donomet Go into the Woods Tonight,
'Cause Underneath The Sticks and Stones
Are Lots of Little Demons Enslaved by Annabella
Waiting Just to Carry You Home
In a house surrounded by darkness and haze,
Where the Christian's leg did not step,
The vicious Annabella kneads
An unprecedented potion.
Relatives bypass her from
Too scared to at least say "hello."
She lives in the eternal midnight.
She avoids daylight.
It goes along the sinful path.
I, I saw her hair, I saw her face,
Looking at me.
I, I felt her gaze burning the soul,
A muddy reason.
Good little children
Should sleep tight at night
After all, the vicious Annabella, flying in the sky,
He hopes that they will open their eyes.
Do not go to the forest today,
After all, under brushwood and stones,
Waiting for little demons, enslaved by Annabella,
Who will drag you to their home.
Were No Christian Man Has Been,
Wicked Annabella Mixes a Brew
That no one's Ever Seen.
Relatives have passed her by,
Too Scared to Even Say Hello.
She's in perpetual midnight,
She shuts out the day,
And Goes ABOUT HER SINFUL WAYS.
I, i've Seen Her Hair, i've Seen Her Face,
LOOK TOWARDS Mine.
I, i've Felt Her Eyes Burning My Soul,
Twisting My Mind.
Little Children Who are Good
Shoup Always Go to Sleep at Night,
'Cause Wicked Annabella Is up in the Sky
Hopin 'They Will Open Their Eyes.
Donomet Go into the Woods Tonight,
'Cause Underneath The Sticks and Stones
Are Lots of Little Demons Enslaved by Annabella
Waiting Just to Carry You Home
In a house surrounded by darkness and haze,
Where the Christian's leg did not step,
The vicious Annabella kneads
An unprecedented potion.
Relatives bypass her from
Too scared to at least say "hello."
She lives in the eternal midnight.
She avoids daylight.
It goes along the sinful path.
I, I saw her hair, I saw her face,
Looking at me.
I, I felt her gaze burning the soul,
A muddy reason.
Good little children
Should sleep tight at night
After all, the vicious Annabella, flying in the sky,
He hopes that they will open their eyes.
Do not go to the forest today,
After all, under brushwood and stones,
Waiting for little demons, enslaved by Annabella,
Who will drag you to their home.
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