She was the first to enter the terem, back when it was just an abandoned house.
Verse 1
The butterfly folded her wings.
She, the uninvited guest.
She remembers how the house was empty and blue,
How the draft carried pollen behind it.
Who, who lives in the little terem?
Who, who lives in the low terem?
I — the mouse, the little burrower.
I — the frog, the little croaker.
And you?
Chorus
Terem, terem, teremok,
Terem, terem, teremok.
Whoever's inside — frozen, chilled through.
Whoever's outside — finish your song.
The terem will become itself.
Verse 2
She cannot speak —
But the verses formed in her chest.
"Everyone who entered must leave,
To release the terem from within."
I — the bunny, the little runner.
I — the fox, the little sister.
I — the wolf, the little grey flank.
I — Mikhail Potapych, the big one.
And you?
Chorus
Terem, terem, teremok,
Terem, terem, teremok.
Whoever's inside — frozen, chilled through.
Whoever's outside — finish your song.
The terem will become itself.
Bridge
The house does not know
the butterfly's name.
The butterfly cannot speak.
The butterfly cannot be stopped.
She sits on the ceiling and sees. Everyone.
And when someone cries, the butterfly lands on their shoulder. That is the only warmth in the house.
The house is waiting...
Chorus
Terem, terem, teremok,
Terem, terem, teremok.
Whoever's inside — frozen, chilled through.
Whoever's outside — finish your song.
The terem will become itself.
Verse
She sat on the door handle.
Six froze at the table.
The song is not meant to be locked in.
"Everyone who entered must leave.
To release their own terem."
Remember who you are....
Who, who lives in the little terem...
Who, who....
Chorus
Terem, terem, teremok,
Terem, terem, teremok.
Whoever's inside — frozen, chilled through.
Whoever's outside — finish your song.
The terem will become itself.
Verse
The house cannot force, but it can ask.
Everyone, open your mind.
Everyone, learning to live.
It's not them stuck inside,
It's us helping them find.
Themselves...
Chorus
Terem, terem, teremok,
Terem, terem, teremok.
Whoever's inside — frozen, chilled through.
Whoever's outside — finish your song.
The terem, will, become, itself.
Verse
Seven roads to nowhere...
But everyone who wept
Knows: warmth isn't in the walls —
It's in the one who once sat on your shoulder and stayed, even after leaving.
Who, who is in the little terem with you...
Who, who....
