Run! With two branches in hands To the house in the forest where your father once lived Through the leaves, down the hill with white rabbits and owls And she said: there is no hunters here
Run! With a picture in hand To the house in the forest where your father once lived Through the leaves, down the hill with white rabbits and owls And she said and he said: there is no hunters here
And my clothes are completely wet Will you tell not to worry? There's a taste in my mouth of a cedar
Can you see foliage in her hands? Can you see diamonds in her hair?
