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- Олег Дьяконов Людмила Шрамко Евгений Кузнецов
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- SOME PEOPLE’S ENVY’S GREAT!
Sounds of hunting horn is heard,
And every other bird
Is looking for a shelter.
All the boars and all the deer
Do know that you are here,
Riding far or near,
To arrange the matter!
Hey!
Your bag is always good, anyway!
You are honored by the king,
And very glad to bring
Some venison for dinner.
You can chase without a rest,
Of hunters you’re the best,
Talented and blessed,
A consistent winner!
May
Your friends be not so false to betray!
Some people’s envy’s great,
It often grows to hate!
The hunter, skilled and smart,
You’re damned to lose your art!
Though day by day you’re urged to have a try,
The only way’s to die!
Some people’s envy’s great,
It often grows to hate!
The hunter, skilled and smart,
You’re damned to lose your art!
Though day by day you’re urged to have a try,
The only way’s to die!
All your efforts are in vain,
You’re followed by disdain,
Surrounded with laughter.
So, your sufferings and death
Are wanted by your friends,
Heavens have no place
For a former hunter.
Lead
The band of forest ghosts, if you need!
The leader of the band,
The crossbow’s in your hand.
Night woods are full of fear
When you are hunting deer.
Though one by one the years are passing by
Your bolts and arrows fly.
The leader of the band,
The crossbow’s in your hand.
Night woods are full of fear
When you are hunting deer.
Though one by one the years are passing by
Your bolts and arrows fly.
Some people’s envy’s great,
It often grows to hate!
The hunter, skilled and smart,
You’re damned to lose your art!
Though day by day you’re urged to have a try,
The only way’s to die!
The leader of the band,
The crossbow’s in your hand.
Night woods are full of fear
When you are hunting deer.
Though one by one the years are passing by
Your bolts and arrows fly