Текст песни Иван Бунин - Густой зеленый ельник у дороги...

Thick green spruce beside the road ,
The deep fluffy snow.
They walked the deer , the mighty , legged ,
To back throwing heavy horns .

That trace him. There trodden paths ,
Here tree bent and white teeth scraped -
And many conifers crosses, ostinok
Showered with snow on the top of the head .

Here again, a measured trace and rare ,
And suddenly - a leap ! And far away in the meadow
Lost dog rut - and branches ,
Studded horns on the run ...

Oh, how easy it was leaving the valley !
How wildly in excess of fresh forces ,
The swiftness with joy - animal ,
He took away the beauty of death !