Текст песни Александр Матюхин - Н. Рубцов. Про зайца

A hare ran into the forest through the meadow,
I was going home from the forest, -
Poor hare with a fright
So he sat in front of me!

So measured, stupid,
But of course, at the same moment
Galloped into the pine forest,
Hearing my cheerful cry.

And probably for a long time
With eternal trembling in silence
Thought somewhere under the Christmas tree
About myself and about me.

I thought, sighing sorrowfully,
What friends does he have
After Grandpa Mazaya
There is no one left.