In the dark blue forest where the aspens foliage flies from witch-oaks!

DONATE ME: In the dark blue forest, Where the aspen trees tremble, Where from the witch oaks The leaves are flying around, There is grass in the clearing Hares mowed at midnight And at the same time they sang Strange words: Chorus: We do not care, We do not care, Let us be afraid Wolf and owl. We have a case - At the most terrible hour We are magical We’re mowing the grass! And the oak trees are sorcerers They whisper something in the fog, By the filthy swamps Someone’s shadows are rising... Hares mow the grass Tryn-grass in the clearing, And from fear everything goes faster The song they sing: Chorus We do not care, We do not care, We firmly believe To the ancient rumor: He will be brave Who three times a year At the most terrible hour Mows the grass! We do not care, We do not care, We will become braver A