In The Forest

       How it was remarkably to walk and talk of late
       Along the pretty forest' path.
       Poplars' branches span into the longest girlish plait
       And was the smell from freshest grass.

       By the river flocks of wild ducks murmured their songs,
       The fog raised up upon the earth.
       In that gentle silence just the petals moved their own
       In falling down to their death.

       Chorus: Hey, you, the Hunter!
       Let drop your mortal gun
       And stop your feast, the bloody feast.
       Hey, you, the Hunter!
       You are unlucky one.
       Long live the bear and fox,
       Long live the deer and ox,
       The God's creatures and the every beasts.

       Anywhere in height it's gettin' cool from freshing winds,
       Dog-rose stretched up by picky frames.
       Pair of blackbirds grumbled by the voices near of kins,-
       It was high time for loving games.

       Gettin' scarlet berries were on alabastrine cheek
       'Cause our lips met in one kiss,
       Stars reflected on the river in their dance' obligue
       And currents touched surrounding peace...

       Chorus.