Cast a spell on me
Yes do it like that, dear God, please do it now
The fleeting warmth is not enough for me
I want to be covered in love
Sweet treats, ice cream
Let’s neutralize them in my cheeks
I found out what the decent life and the taste of honey are like
A Baba Yaga who got to know about them
My unhappy sin is gonna consume everything
Shiny new “13 Flavor”
It’s poisonous if I put it in my mouth
Maybe a rough day is the best medicine
Beside thе Rainmaker
A ridiculous dance without value or victory
I don’t want to admit that I’m infеrior
And that my life is just worth thirty pieces of silver
Every night… every night
The more I repeat the words
The oxygen more works like lead, and diseases
And takes over my lungs
I want to be treated special
I want to stand as high as I can
Those thoughts are the signs of mediocrity
Cast a spell on me
Yes do it like that, dear God, please do it now
Like be eroded, and then slowly stained
Please shower me with love
Sweet treats, ice cream
This “ill-makeup” could melt them all
Being under a lot of care makes me like
A Baba Yaga who broke into a smile
The wreckage of the chicken coop
Shepherd’s purse, nonsense
A bouquet of flowers for the market
Toenails’ red color scorched by the mysterious waltz
It also could happen to me
“Who’s the master?”
The flavor I’ve always wanted
Cast a spell on me
Yes do it like that, dear God, please do it now
The fleeting warmth is not enough for me
I want you to pet me as often as you can
Sweet treats, ice cream
Unsatisfied, and I was collared
Handcuffed, and I am
A Baba Yaga who got off the road from herself
The magic spell, don’t go away
Don’t go away, dear God, please don’t let it melt away
I don’t need lavish words
But give me that “ice cream”
Sweet anguish, or bitter sweet-words
Will disappear upon approval
The providence of this world and the taste of iron
A Baba Yaga who knew both of them
A heart sold to the devil
Please scoop up it, Baba Yaga