Just see what your card says
You don't sleep tonight and you see the horrors
Terror in reality, a steel sound pierces you
They talk a lot about us here, don't run from fate
Actually, they know me
And they know that it is better for me not to cross the road
And with my voice they frighten children
They tried to break my spirit
Unsuccessfully
Baba Yaga is following you
Baba Yaga is following you
Sharpening teeth, sharpening teeth, run,
Children hide, they cry, roar,
Just see what your card says
Don't believe the sixth sense, a hundred pounds pounds
How many zeros are there? Re-translate
Do you know my nickname? Teach, remember
Just see what your card says
Run, do not run, but the Yaga is watching
How much did the percentage go over there?
I'm Baba Yaga, have you digested it?
Sharpening teeth, sharpening teeth, run,
Children hide, they cry, roar
I am Baba Yaga
This is your hell, made for you
Baba Yaga, Bone Leg
Sharpens his teeth, wants to eat children
Baba Yaga, Bone Leg
The nose has grown into the ceiling, who am I?
Baba Yaga, oh
Here are the Russian parts translated:
Just see what your card says You don't sleep tonight and you see the horrors Terror in reality, a steel sound pierces you They talk a lot about us here, don't run from fate Actually, they know me And they know that it is better for me not to cross the road And with my voice they frighten children They tried to break my spirit
Unsuccessfully
Baba Yaga is following you Baba Yaga is following you
Sharpening teeth, sharpening teeth, run, Children hide, they cry, roar,
Just see what your card says Don't believe the sixth sense, a hundred pounds pounds How many zeros are there? Re-translate Do you know my nickname? Teach, remember Just see what your card says Run, do not run, but the Yaga is watching How much did the percentage go over there? I'm Baba Yaga, have you digested it?
Sharpening teeth, sharpening teeth, run, Children hide, they cry, roar
I am Baba Yaga This is your hell, made for you
Baba Yaga, Bone Leg Sharpens his teeth, wants to eat children Baba Yaga, Bone Leg The nose has grown into the ceiling, who am I? Baba Yaga, oh