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"Песня про зайцев". (Из к-ф-ма "Бриллиантовая рука")
Музыка всем известная, слова английские.

A song about Hares (we don't care at all)
In a forest that's dark,
Where the aspens are trembling,
Where the foliage falls
Off the centennial oaks,
Right at midnight the hares
Mowed the grass at a clearing,
And while doing it they chanted
The following strange words:
We don't care at all,
We don't care at all,
Even though wolves and owls
Always scare us
Something in our power -
At this chilling hour
At a clearing we mow
The don't-care-grass.

Off the cursed green swamps
Chilly scares are rising
The centennial oaks
Got dissolved in thick fog,
Hares are mowing the grass -
Don't-care-grass at the clearing
And getting scared they're even faster
Chanting their song:
We don't care at all,
We don't care at all,
Even though wolves and owls
Always scare us
Something in our power -
At this chilling hour
At a clearing we mow
The don't-care-grass.


We don't care at all,
We don't care at all,
Firmly we believe
What old legends say:
He who thrice a year
At the chilling hour
Mows the don't-care-grass
Will be strong and brave.

We don't care at all,
We don't care at all,
Lion's bravery and fearless
We will learn
Should we once around
Firmly stand our ground
Into don't-care-grass
Our troubles will all turn.