One road to the home.
There's only the path through the park.
You must have time to manage
Before it's getting dark.
At rustle and crunch she looks back.
It's watching stranger in black.
And he tries to hold one's breath,
In his mind only death.
Run, Judy, run
From the forest through the night!
Judy, run!
From the forest come to light!
The last rays light up your way
And dusk thickening in the park.
You must have time to manage
Before it's getting dark.
Run, Judy, run
From the forest through the night!
Judy, run!
From the forest come to light!
