Огоньки [Ogonki] [English translation]

Down the untrodden, fateful path

Through the forest, the forest, the forest

I hope we can make it home before supper

Without miracles, miracles, miracles

To the left there is overgrown dialectics

The sun burned out yesterday

To the right there are shoots of existence

And the moon, the moon, the moon [burned out too]

The blue needle of our compass

Will show us a movie for free

It doesn't matter what's to the left or to the right

It's all funny, all funny, all funny

So we laugh and we guffaw

One ha-ha, two ha-ha's, three ha-ha's

And they wink at us from behind the trees

The little lights, the little lights, the little lights

Down the untrodden, fateful path

Through the forest, the forest, the forest

I hope we can make it home before supper

Without miracles, miracles, miracles

What are those shadows pining over there

And looking, looking, looking?

If you call out to them, they don't answer

They only wheeze and gasp terribly

But we laugh and we guffaw

One ha-ha, two ha-ha's, three ha-ha's

And they are getting closer to us from behind the trees

The little lights, the little lights, the little lights

• Artist:Agatha Christie