Текст песни Светлана Киракосян - 9 Первая охота - песенка к сказке Слепа

9 *** first hunting ***
Our red family animal trail,
May the ancient forest will help us.
I'm following to you, and my brother is me
Let luck of the skies be soles.

First hunt. And it means it's time
We will grow up and understand
That this is no longer fun, it is no longer a game.
First hunting, and then has come to our hour,
Let the sharp scent, fast claw and a coastal tail,
The way will not leave us.

As one whole family animal trail,
If hard. That exit is simple.
He is after you, and you follow me,
Hold your brother for the tail.