[bad word]  With two branches in hands
To the house in the forest where your father once lived
Through the leaves, down the hill with white rabbits and owls
And she said: there is no hunters here [bad word]  With a picture in hand
To the house in the forest where your father once lived
Through the leaves, down the hill with white rabbits and owls
And she said and he said: there is no hunters here

And my clothes [bad word] wet
Will you tell not to worry?
There's a taste in my mouth of a cedar

Can you see foliage in her hands?
Can you see diamonds in her hair?