KROLL featuring the voice of Maile Korjus
Just as our pet parakeet
squawked "good morning" and we'd sat down to eat,
something flew through the midst of us, something very curious.
Something yanked the hair on our head, something tickled us on our legs.
Oh, you mischief maker!
The room was a topsy-turvy whirligig.
Who was this creature, I wondered, who'd into our morning blundered?
Then again that odd thing struck us, We were pulled again into a fracas.
By now there couldn't be any doubt
that the Kroll had come into our house.
And that wasn't the end to all the fuss
The Kroll krolled a bit, and then stared at us,
stopped his krolling before too long and taught us to sing a song.
What's a car without a road, or kids without a Kroll?
A frozen world, a frozen world.
Let the Kroll take you away, let the Kroll have his say,
and life will go just as it should and laughter fills up all the world.
O-ho, la-la, let the Kroll take you away,
O-ho, la-la, everything will be OK.
But when our mother came back home
there was no sign of Kroll, that rogue.
Eye like a saucer, tail like a switch -
Who is it? One big bag of tricks.
Where'd you come from, Kroll you cad?
I'm there when you do something bad.
Thank you for making me and for doing it so expertly!
So Kroll was locked up in a cage, the kids were told to please obey.
But does mischief care for locks, could a cage contain a pox?
The Kroll can deal with situations, His middle name is reprobation.
In the yard, there was a hullabaloo. All of us, and the Kroll too!
We had a ball, climbed up the wall.
It's fun for kids to live with a Kroll.
We danced the jonkat-jonka, stepped the good ol' krollijenka.
The people stared goggle-eyed at us and Kroll going wild.
But they shouldn't act so stupefied for every child has a Kroll inside.
We can't stand the soft and meek, the ones who do not bounce and leap,
who walk around with drooping ankle and cannot dance the krollijenka.
Don't act so stupefied - every child has a Kroll inside!
When mum and dad woke up before long
and noticed the krolling going on,
it seemed wise right then and there
to flee, by taking to the air.
Kroll is energy itself, Kroll he soars the skies,
When he flies, so does every kid below a certain size.
Oh, how they wanted to catch the Kroll,
apprehend and nab that troll.
They tried this way and that, and that way and this,
but still the Kroll managed to resist!
Oh, mercy!
Kids without a Kroll are like a house without a home.
Doctors came in twos and threes
to analyse our misery.
Kroll! Kroll!
It soon became clear as day -
life could not go this way.
Kroll was all we could say
but he would not come back this way.
Kroll!
But Kroll saw this farce,
and finally returned to us.
Kroll popped out from under sand
and made us all well again.
Written by Ellen Niit Directed by Elbert Tuganov
Artist: Georgi Stsukin Camera: Arvo Nuut
Music: Ülo Vinter
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