Ива Нова - Яга
текст песни

The wind will look into the well -
In the old well of the yard.
The harmonies will quietly whistle -
So the wrong thing came.

But not unlawful
You can go into flight.
I will open the doors wide -
Maybe someone will enter.

The bad weather is bad
Winds and snow ...
To whom the grandmother is good -
And to whom - Yaga.

The huts broke about the roof,
The old stove was exhausted.
Cats have disappeared and mice -
There is nothing more to protect.

The shaggy sun rises,
Once again the clock is hut.
I have no one else to fight with
Only with themselves.

The bad weather is bad
Winds and snow ...
To whom the grandmother is good -
And to whom - Yaga.