| Returned at night from dancing, walked home through the thicket
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| Around an owl and a grebe, fir-trees, a dense forest
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| I crushed a jar with my foot, my heart is bursting from my chest
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| Scarier than bald punks is the path ahead
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| Horror from rustles and oohs and fog creeps from the river
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| In the middle of swamp sighs suddenly kikimora "hee hee"
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| The noise of steps, the crackling of branches, the girls at once raised a howl,
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| And towards the cloudy eye - no other way brownie
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| brownie, brownie, brownie
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| I would rather take the girls home
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| brownie, brownie, brownie
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| We know from fairy tales - you are not an evil guy
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| Everyone around was blown away by the wind - after all, you live only once
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| In the darkness, the aiming carnivorous cloudy eye burns,
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| But a terrible ghost screams almost in Russian - "Girls, stop!"
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| That's the miracle, that's the way Yudo - talking brownie
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| brownie, brownie, brownie
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| I would rather take the girls home
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| brownie, brownie, brownie
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| We know from fairy tales - you are not an evil guy
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| Dealing with the phenomenon turned out to be out of hand
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| We could only stop on the river bank
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| Shouts could be heard all the way here - "Girls, I'm mine!"
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| "I'm tired, I'm lost. |
| Mom, I want to go home!”
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| There was a hoarse voice from vodka, there was a cloudy eye from beer
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| He claimed that he wept in the dark when he heard us
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| Begged him to come back, take him home
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| "Girls, I'm a forester Filippov, I'm not a brownie at all!"
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| brownie, brownie, brownie
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| I would rather take the girls home
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| brownie, brownie, brownie
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| We know from fairy tales that you are not an evil guy.
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| brownie, brownie, brownie
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| I would rather take the girls home
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| brownie, brownie, brownie
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| We know from fairy tales that you are not an evil guy. |