Alina Simone - In The House Of Baba Yaga | Текст песни

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• Alina Simone
• In The House Of Baba Yaga

It’s hunting time
A ball falls to the ground
Build a fire like Jack London’s

When November ends
And the Artic winds cut down
Slumber til the snow melts
And you cannot just pretend

Sure we’re all alone
In a house made out of
Broken bones on chicken legs
That run

So write your name
With a finger in the frost
Waiting, waiting for the holidays
Waiting, waiting for the holidays