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Kiberspassk - Kikimora (Official Music Video)


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With KIKIMORA, Kiberspassk are announcing their debut album \"See Bear\" [out 04/2021].
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LYRICS

Кикимора (KIKIMORA)
Не ходите детки малы
На болота ночкой темной,
Не воротитесь оттуда,
Попадетесь в хищны лапы.

Руки длинны, ножки малы,
Когти цепки, зубы остры.
Мхом покрыта да бурьяном
То ли девка, то ли бабка.
На горбу грибы поганки,
В волосах белеют кости,
С лешим водит хороводы
Под луною зовет в гости.

Тучей месяц закрывает,
Пряжей тропы заплетает,
Души в сети кличет, ловит,
Воет воем, стонет тихо,
Смехом звонким зазывает,
Хищны лапы поднимает,
То ль поет, то ли рыдает
Неотпетый дух болотный.

Не ходите детки малы
На болота ночкой темной,
Не воротитесь оттуда,
Попадетесь в хищны лапы.




KIKIMORA - engl.
Don't go little children
To the swamps in the dark night,
You won't come back from there
You will fall into the predatory clutches.

The arms are long, the legs are small,
Claws are tenacious, teeth are sharp.
Covered with moss and weeds
Either a young girl, or old woman.
Toadstool mushrooms on the hump,
Bones turn white in her hair
She leads round dances with Leshy
Under the moon she calls to visit.

She closes the month with a cloud,
She braids the path with yarn,
She calls souls in the net, catches,
She howls, moans softly,
Laughter ringing she invites,
Raises predatory paws,
Either sings, or weeps
An unrepentant swamp spirit.

Don't go little children
To the swamps in the dark night,
You won't come back from there
You will fall into the predatory clutches.


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