And demons rush to heaven
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And the cradle of the devil is empty
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Skeletons click bones
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Have fun with children
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And the ancient chains are oppressing
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And compared to her, rap is holy
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Witches are ready for divination
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She goes, goes to you
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We thought there was no threat
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Planned to live a hundred years
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Shamelessly rolling your lip
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We thought she was in a coffin
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We thought the wave had passed
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Planned a baby
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Forgetting her, flabby people
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She will come back, she will come
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Vigorous, cursed
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And engulfed in flames
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There is a horned goat
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For the little guys
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Knock-knock-knock (Who's there?)
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It's me, your mother has come
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Brought three cans of milk and five bags of cabbage
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Open quickly and help quickly
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And then I’ll pour the belt on you, so much so that sparks will fall
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What kind of a goat just squeaked something about my voice there from behind the door?
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Ring-ring, hey, kids
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Hurry open to whom they say
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Stop picking your nose with your hoof
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Encrypting from mommy is not an option
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I froze along the way
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Like the waters of the far north
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And now I'm wheezing from a cold
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Here you are, kids, and you don’t recognize me, all seven
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It's hard without a mother for you, unfortunate
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The snot hangs, the tummy grumbles, and the butt is not washed
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I hear someone's hooves reaching for the handle of the lock
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Let me on the threshold
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It's unacceptable to torture your parents like that
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How tired I am, hard rock
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From the market in string bags to carry you
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Vigorous, cursed
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And engulfed in flames
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There is a horned goat
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For the little guys
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Vigorous, cursed
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And engulfed in flames
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There is a horned goat
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For the little guys
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(It serves him right)
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And who did not teach lessons
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That's bad luck in the night
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Who ate poorly and went to bed late
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To that comes Russian rock
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Heavy, drunk and angry
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Sneaking around with a dirty head
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Laughs viciously in the whole mouth
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And drinks vodka, and beats women |