babushka

I'm cutting the night in a stuva,

The swins bend in time.

I have coals in my oven,

You have fear in your chest.

The old forest bows to me,

Whispers quietly to me.

I'm Baba-Yaga, dear,

Blood on the sleeve.

But my beast has grown, oh,

It became more darkness.

I call him by his name,

And he's tearing my ties.

Listen, my son,

Don't go to the light.

I'm holding the chain with my teeth,

But there's no strength.

Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga,

I'm calling - answer.

Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga,

Don't break my son.

Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga,

I'm laughing through the smoke.

Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga,

He's already a stranger.

He's banging his forehead on the door,

Like a drum of trouble.

His eyes are two wells,

The ice is blackening in them.

I fed him bark,

Honey and trouble.

And now he's roaring at the name,

What I gave him in the winter.

There are grass hanging in the corner,

They bind the air into the knot.

I whisper over a bowl of salt,

So that he doesn't gnaw the world.

But my beast has grown, oh,

It became more darkness.

I call him by his name,

And he's tearing my ties.

Listen, my son,

Don't go to the light.

I'm holding the chain with my teeth,

But there's no strength.

Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga,

I'm calling - answer.

Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga,

Don't break my son.

Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga,

I'm laughing through the smoke.

Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga,

He's already a stranger.

If the chain breaks,

I'm going to the woods.

Let the birds judge me,

Let the thunderstorm be silent.

I'm not a mother for prayers,

I'm not a bright sign.

I'm an old bone and a broom,

And my fear in the darkness.

Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga,

I'm calling - answer.

Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga,

Don't break my son.

Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga,

I'm laughing through the smoke.

Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga,

He's already a stranger.

Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga,

Let my house tremble.

Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga,

I'm with him and with fire.