Midnight Grasscutters

English version based on the original Russian song “Песня про зайцев” (“The Song About the Hares”) from the Soviet film “Бриллиантовая рука” (“The Diamond Arm”) Russian lyrics by Leonid Derbenyov.


In a forest cold and deep,
Where the ancient branches creep,
Every leaf and shadow listens,
Moonlight drips like silver misting.

We’re cutting grass at midnight,
Singing nonsense lullabies -
Wolves are watching from the treeline,
Owls blink their glowing eyes.

Magic grass - our strange assignment,
Harvested three times a year.
He who dares to swing the sickle
Shows a heart that conquers fear.

Twisted oak trees whisper warnings,
Swamps breathe fumes like ancient curses,
Shadows twirl like laughing spirits -
Still we march, no turning back.

We’re cutting grass at midnight,
Singing nonsense lullabies -
Wolves are watching from the treeline,
Owls blink their glowing eyes.

Magic grass - our strange assignment,
Harvested three times a year.
He who dares to swing the sickle
Shows a heart that conquers fear.

We’ll be braver than the lions,
Stand for truth and never bend -
Even when the night grows darker
And the world feels like pretend.

Let the storms and fears rise roaring -
We will cut, and we will stay.
If the world calls it madness -
We will cut it anyway.

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Here's a link to the song:

https://disk.yandex.ru/d/Qr2WJGcgijNo_A

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Original Russian lyrics via the link:

http://stihi.ru/2025/12/06/9179