Текст песни Пепелац - Охота на лис

I sang and played at night
He got up early in the morning
With the sun together in the sky in a hug
Thought about something and only the sun
He believed his thoughts
Wind, blow, don't subside
Sound month - February
It's cold, cold to think about something big
Better to play in a glade in a glade
With a thin lunar ray

I-oh, I ahhh,
I-oh, I ahhh,
I-oh-oh-oh-ah,
I-oh-oh-oh-ah,
O

Past a flock of wolves,
Birds, forest animals,
Listen, listen to what he will tell you
Guests will come - and a new
Fun season

Fox hunting is a glorious business,
Hunting for foxes!
Guests will go down from the sky, from the sky -
Pa -ah, - take care!
Do not cry mothers about children -
Their departure time has come!
They will be better there, much better:
Fitty, warm and light!

I-oh, I ahhh,
I-oh, I ahhh,
I-oh-oh-oh-ah,
I-oh-oh-oh-ah,
O

The guests are backward
No need to tear the body into shreds in sorrow
It is better to leave them:
Let lonely roam in the night
Tired people, dancing horses -
The extraction of wolves
We are all the same blood
And the guests are strangers
Of the distant worlds ...

Fox hunting is a terrible thing
Hunting for foxes,
Guests fall from the sky, from the sky -
Pa -ah, - take care!
In his reflection walks around the sky
Empty moon
She is glad to guests - she has nothing to give them:
She didn't live ...

I-oh, I ahhh,
I-oh, I ahhh,
I-oh-oh-oh-ah,
I-oh-oh-oh-ah,
O