Песня про зайцев, перевод на английский

Автор оригинала - Леонид Дербенев

In the dark-blue forest
Where aspen trees shiver,
Where from sorcerer-oaks
All the foliage flies down.

On the idillic glade
Hares are mowing down grass,
All the while singing aloud
These enchanting words:

But we have no care,
But we have no care,
Though we have a fear
Of the wolf and the owl.
We have work to do
In this most horrid hour,
We are mowing magic
And transcendent grass.

And the sorcerer-oaks
Are whispering through the mist,
While near foul marshes
Unknown shadows are rising.

Hares are mowing down grass,
Transcendent grass on the idillic glade
And from the fear even faster
Are singing little song:

But we have no care,
But we have no care,
Though we have a fear
Of the wolf and the owl.
We have work to do
In this horrid hour
We are mowing magic
And transcendent grass.

But we have no care,
But we have no care,
We are firm believers
In the ancient tale.

Braveheart will be one
Who three times a year
In the most horrid hour
Is mowing transcendent grass.

But we have no care,
But we have no care
We will become more brave
And valiant than a lion.
We will beat the odds
In this most horrid hour -
All misfortunes will become
A transcendent grass.