Lyrics Юрий Никулин - Трынь Трава

In the dark- blue forest ,
Where aspen tremble ,
Where oaks with witch
Flies foliage ,
Ha meadow grass
Hares at midnight mowed
And while humming
Strange words :

Chorus:

And we do not care
And we do not care
Suppose we are afraid
Wolf and owl.
The thing we have -
In the most terrible hour
we are magical
Trin - mow grass !

And oaks sorcerers
Something whispered in a daze,
Do rotten swamps
Someone's shadow rise ...
Mow grass hares ,
Trin- grass in the meadow ,
And fear faster
Sing a song :

Chorus

And we do not care
And we do not care
We firmly believe
In ancient fame :
Brave will be the one
Who is three times a year
In the most terrible hour
Trin - mows the grass !

And we do not care
And we do not care
Shall we Brave
And brave lion !
Usto now -
In the most terrible hour
All the adversity we
Will Trin - grass !