Текст песни
In the dead of night, when the moon is low
You can hear the creak of the floorboards, slow
A shadow flickers, a breath of cold air
You feel a presence, but no one is there
The threads are tangled, the spindle is still
A misplaced trinket on the window sill
I watch you sleeping, I watch you wake
For every single promise that you break
Kikimora, Kikimora, a whisper in the gloom
Kikimora, Kikimora, the spirit of the room
Hear the clatter, feel the dread
Living in the dark inside your head
A tidy home will keep me at my ease
But chaos calls me on the evening breeze
I'll bring the nightmares, sow the doubt
There is no way you'll ever shut me out
You think this house is your own sacred space?
But every corner here reflects my ancient face
I am the dust mote dancing in the light
I am the final sound you hear at night
Kikimora
