Текст песни Маррадёры - Про Зайцев

In a dark blue forest where aspens tremble
And from the sorcerer's oaks foliage flies
In the meadow, hares mowed at midnight
And at the same time they sang strange words:
"And we are all the same, but we are all the same,
May we fear the wolf and the owl.
We have a deal - in the most terrible hour
We magically mow the troyn-grass. "
And sorcerer oaks whisper something in the fog
At filthy swamps, someone's shadows rise;
Mow hares grass, pen-grass in a clearing
And out of fear they sing a song stronger and stronger:
"And we are all the same, but we are all the same,
We firmly believe in the ancient rumor:
The one who becomes three times a year
In the most terrible hour, mowing a tro-trova.
And we are all the same, but we are all the same
We will become the brave and courageous lion
We will sustain even at the most terrible hour
All adversity will be to us, tryna-trova! "