Lyrics Ива Нова - Яга

The wind will peek in the well -
In the old well of the yard.
Quietly show the harmonies -
Hence came nepora.

A neporey, neporoju
You can take flight.
I'll open the doors wide open -
Maybe someone will go in.

Bad weather ungodly,
Wind and snow ...
To whom the grandmother is good -
And to whom - Yaga.

Brooms broke down on the roof,
The old stove was exhausted.
Cats disappeared and the mouse -
There is nothing more to be cherished.

The shaggy sun rises,
Again the clock for the hut.
There is no one with whom I can no longer fight
Only with myself.

Bad weather ungodly,
Wind and snow ...
To whom the grandmother is good -
And to whom - Yaga.