Текст песни МАРРАДЁРЫ - Зайцы

The dark blue forest, where aspen tremble,
And oaks sorcerers flies foliage
In the meadow grass hares at midnight mowed
And while humming strange words:
& Quot; And we do not care, but we do not care,
Suppose that we are afraid of the wolf and the owl.
The thing we have - in the most terrible hour
We mow the magic Trin-grass. & Quot;
A oaks magicians whisper something in the fog,
In nasty swamps someone shade stand;
Mow the grass rabbits, Trin-grass in the meadow
And fear stronger song sing:
& Quot; And we do not care, but we do not care,
We firmly believe in the ancient fame:
Brave will be the one who three times a year
At the most terrible hour mowing Trin-grass.
And we do not care, but we do not care
Shall we brave and courageous lion
The foundations of at least once in the most terrible hour
All the adversity we will Trin-grass! & Quot;