Children In The Woods [Russian translation]

The bones of children in the woods

The broken branches of a tree

The feel of pounding in your blood

The smell of earth beneath your feet

Don’t forget to wear your gloves

Don’t forget to wear your shoes

It’s started hailing from above

The sky is purple as a bruise

And so it gets under your nails

So it gets into your nose

And so it gets into your eyes

You’ll never get it out your clothes

After heaving yo the piles

They’ll see the earth is freshly turned

They’re bound to be here in a while

They’ll find whatever is unburned

All these children in the woods

What does it matter here today

It isn’t bad it isn’t good

They’d only grow up anyway

• Artist:Daniel Kahn & The Painted Bird