Текст песни The Kinks - Wicked Annabella
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In a dark and misty house, Where no Christian man has been, Wicked Annabella mixes a brew That no one's ever seen. Relatives have passed her by, Too scared to even say hello. She's in perpetual midnight, She shuts out the day, And goes about her sinful ways. I, I've seen her hair, I've seen her face, Look towards mine. I, I've felt her eyes burning my soul, Twisting my mind. Little children who are good Should always go to sleep at night, 'Cause Wicked Annabella is up in the sky Hopin' they will open their eyes. Don't go into the woods tonight, 'Cause underneath the sticks and stones Are lots of little demons enslaved by Annabella Waiting just to carry you home В доме, окружённом темнотой и мглой, Где не ступала нога христианина, Порочная Аннабелла замешивает Невиданное зелье. Родственники обходят её стороной, Слишком напуганные, чтобы хотя бы сказать "здравствуй". Она живёт в вечной полуночи. Она избегает дневного света. Идёт по греховному пути. Я, я видел её волосы, я видел её лицо, Глядящее на меня. Я, я чувствовал её взгляд, обжигающий душу, Мутящий рассудок. Хорошие маленькие дети Должны ночью крепко спать, Ведь Порочная Аннабелла, летая по небу, Надеется что они откроют глаза. Не ходи сегодня в лес, Ведь под хворостом и камнями, Ждут маленькие бесята, порабощенные Аннабеллой, Которые утащат тебя к себе домой. Смотрите также:
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In a dark and misty house,
Where no Christian man has been,
Wicked Annabella mixes a brew
That no one's ever seen.
Relatives have passed her by,
Too scared to even say hello.
She's in perpetual midnight,
She shuts out the day,
And goes about her sinful ways.
I, I've seen her hair, I've seen her face,
Look towards mine.
I, I've felt her eyes burning my soul,
Twisting my mind.
Little children who are good
Should always go to sleep at night,
'Cause Wicked Annabella is up in the sky
Hopin 'they will open their eyes.
Do not go into the woods tonight,
'Cause underneath the sticks and stones
Are lots of little demons enslaved by Annabella
Waiting just to carry you home
The house , surrounded by darkness and gloom ,
Where untouched by Christian
Naughty Annabella knead
Unprecedented potion.
Relatives bypass her side ,
Too scared to even say & quot; hello & quot ;.
She lives in the eternal midnight.
She avoids daylight.
Goes according to the sinful ways .
I , I saw her hair, I saw her face ,
Staring at me.
I , I felt her eyes , burning soul,
Mutya mind.
Good little children
Must have a good sleep at night ,
After Naughty Annabella , flying through the sky ,
Hope they open their eyes .
Do not go into the woods today ,
Indeed, under the brushwood and stones ,
Waiting for small enrage enslaved Annabella ,
You are dragged off to his home.
