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В лесу родилась ёлочка

[style: Symphonic Metal meets Post-Punk Alt Metal] [mood: Ominous, Mournful, Grandiose, Triumphant-Despair, Nostalgic-Dark] [instrument: Heavily Distorted 8-String Guitars, Aggressive Bass, Brutal Death Metal Drumming (Blast Beats, Double Pedal), Epic Orchestral Hits, Haunting Cello Lead, Glitchy Synthesizers, Grand Piano, Choir Pads] [bpm: 155] [vocal: Deep Male Baritone, Gritty, Aggressive, Clean with Distortion Layer, Whispered Spoken Word] [atmosphere: Frozen Forest, Crushing Loneliness, Bitter-Sweet Memory, Metallic Winter] [soundFX: Wind Howl, Creaking Wood, Snow Crackle, Distorted Radio Static, Orchestral Impacts, Guitar Feedback]

Nicolaus·4:19

Lyrics

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В лесу родилась ёлочка,

В лесу она росла.

Зимой и летом стройная,

Зелёная была.

Была! Была!

Метель ей пела песенку:

«Спи, ёлочка, бай-бай!»

Мороз снежком укутывал:

«Смотри, не замерзай!»

Трусишка зайка серенький

Под ёлочкой скакал.

Порою волк, сердитый волк,

Рысцою пробегал.

А снег по лесу частому

Под полозом скрипит.

Лошадка мохноногая

Торопится, бежит.

Везёт лошадка дровенки,

А в дровнях старичок.

Срубил он нашу ёлочку

Под самый корешок!

Шок! Шок!

Теперь она, нарядная,

На праздник к нам пришла.

И много, много радости

Детёнышам принесла!

В лесу родилась ёлочка,

В лесу она росла.

Зимой и летом стройная,

Зелёная была.

Была!

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A little fir tree in the woods was born,

Within the woods it grew.

In wintertime and summertime,

So slender, green, and true.

It was! It was!

The blizzard sang a lullaby:

“Sleep, little tree, bye-bye!”

The frost with snow would swaddle it:

“Now mind, don’t freeze!” he’d sigh.

A timid little grayish hare

Would hop beneath the tree.

At times a wolf, an angry wolf,

Would trot by cautiously.

The snow across the dense, thick woods

Beneath the runner creaks.

A shaggy-footed little horse

Now hurries on and streaks.

The little horse pulls wood on sleds,

Upon the sled, an old man.

He chopped our little fir tree down,

Right where its roots began!

Shock! Shock!

And now, adorned and beautiful,

For celebration came.

It brought so very, very much

Delight to every name.

A little fir tree in the woods was born,

Within the woods it grew.

In wintertime and summertime,

So slender, green, and true.

It was!

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