Текст песни Юрий Никулин - Песня про зайцев

In the dark blue forest, where the aspens tremble,
Where foliage flies from the oak trees of sorcerers.
In the meadow the grass, hares mowed at midnight,
And at the same time they hummed strange words.

We don't care, but we don't care
Let us be afraid of the wolf and the owl.
We have business in the most terrible hour,
We mow the magical tryn grass.

And the oaks are sorcerers, whispering something in the fog,
At the filthy swamps, someone's shadows rise.
Hares mow grass, tryn grass in a clearing,
And from fear, they sing a song faster and faster.

We don't care, but we don't care
Let us be afraid of the wolf and the owl.
We have business in the most terrible hour,
We mow the magical tryn grass.

We don't care, but we don't care
We firmly believe in the ancient rumor.
The brave will be the one who three times a year,
In the most terrible hour, she mows the tryn grass.

We don't care, but we don't care
We will become braver and more courageous than a lion.
Let us stand at least once, in the most terrible hour,
All misfortunes to us, there will be tryn-grass.