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Intro - Spoken, deep rasp, over a slow bass hum] Yeah… yeah… Alenka got lost. That's how it starts. Met a witch with a mortar… and a cold, cold heart. Witch was in a zero mood… You know that vibe… When the moon don't shine and the well runs dry… Uuuuh… let me tell it… --- [Verse 1 - Slow flow, gritty] Little girl lost, didn't know the way, Met old granny, had nothin' to say. "How I get home? Please, old queen?" Witch just growled—mean and lean. "Take a raven's wing," she hissed, "Wave at the moon—don't you miss. Say: 'Luck come down in a maiden's face, Pour some water in this old hag's place.' Bring me water from that lake, Put a tomcat for goodness sake. Take a sip, you be a wife— That's the deal, that's the life." --- [Chorus - Slow, mournful, raspy] Ohhhh… water from the lake gonna change your fate… Ohhhh… but the snake is waitin'—don't come late… Baba cried, Ivan lied, Serpent's hungry inside… And Alenka… Alenka got nowhere to hide… --- [Verse 2 - Picking up the pace] Alenka frowned: "That's crazy talk." But she asked, "What if I balk? What if midges bite too hard? What if cat runs to the yard? What if water spills on ground— What becomes of me? Spellbound?" Old hag smiled, squinted eyes: "Don't you worry, little fries. Eat this fish, thawed from cold, Caught it on the river—story told. No hook, just stockin'—that's my game. Now you know my name…" --- [Chorus 2 - Gritty, with beat drop] Ohhhh… she took the fish and hit the road… Ohhhh… but the witch had a heavy load… Ivan ordered an ugly bride— Turn that goat to a princess inside. Alenka runnin', jar in hand, To the lake—no understand… --- [Verse 3 - Fast, almost rap] She dipped the jar, she turned around— Three-headed monster, skyward-bound! Heads were grinnin', wings were still, Third one whisperin'—what a thrill! "Morning, missy, how's the sky? I been hungry—by and by. Who sent you here, sweet little thing? Birds ain't singin', fish don't swing." Alenka stuttered: "Granny sent me— Said the water's good, won't repent me." Left head laughed: "Aha! We know! This lake ain't on no GPS—slow! GLONASS brought two scientists here— Skin and bones, not much to cheer!" --- [Bridge - Slow, heavy, spoken-sung] But the witch had a notebook—checkmark by Ivan's name. She was playin' a long game. Found Ivan drunk, goat-skin by his side, Sword called "Pepets"—that's his pride. Whispered lies: "The Serpent stole your girl!" Ivan grabbed his steel, began to whirl. "Stand right there, I'll test my blade—" "NO TIME, OLD MAN!" the witch conveyed. "Chant, old woman—chant, old man— Turn to fog—fly if you can!" --- [Verse 4 - Climax, fast and intense] Ivan vanished, fog in air, Serpent still—didn't care. Alenka shiverin' on a mound, Lost, confused, scared of the sound. One head laughin', two look far— Searchin' for a place to mar. "She's no treat, she's in her prime— Gotta be Ivan's wife in time." They grab her waist—but wait, what's this? One head gone—what a twist! "Only God can cut us free— Or Van'kin's sword, you see!" Ivan's here, he's tough and mean, One hand grabs where it's obscene— (Keep it clean, folks, for the kids.) Other hand—where's the sword? It skids! --- [Chorus 3 - Slow, desperate] Ohhhh… stalemate now, nobody moves… Ohhhh… Serpent pleads, Ivan approves… "Let me go, I'm the last of my kind— You're Russian, good, so read my mind. Count to three—I'll fly away— One… two… THREE—NO TIME TO STAY!" --- [Verse 5 - Resolution, weary] Serpent flew, Ivan sighed, Alenka hugged him, cried: "He's so handsome…" she confessed. "Damn, I'm done," Ivan depressed. "Witch promised—wait, what did she say?" "Nothing. Marriage. Come what may. Wedding later, now's the time— I'm a master with the rhyme." And so it happened—wedding bells, Serpent sent a diamond—oh well. --- [Outro - Slow, raspy, almost whisper] Old hag crossed the checkmark out, Stared at ceiling, had no doubt: "Oh, it's hard with all these fools— One wants money, one wants tools, One wants beauty, one wants worse— So I work and I rehearse. Miracle-Yudo and a goat— That's the story, take a note." [Final lines - Spoken, fading] And on the bed, a boy of nine, Sword in hand, sleepin' fine. Dreams of broomsticks, mortars flyin'— Where's the Serpent? That boy's not lyin'… He's a sorcerer—mighty, deep… Yeah… Alenka's secret to keep… [One last raspy hum] Mmm-hmmm… water from the lake… Mmm-hmmm… your soul's at stake… Listen to your mama now… Don't go to the lake… no how…