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Drops dripping down branches with slight rustle
The birds fluffed their feathers on the twigs
The early rising sun paints picture of the forest as a melting frozen castle
The snow underfoot no longer creaks

But steam is coming out of the hunter’s mouth
Distracting him from hunting, drop is falling near
Is it necessary for you to kill today, the sun is shining like in south -
The forest whispers in the hunter's ear

But heart of hunter is relentless
Excitement in his chest hears no arguments
And cracking branch does warn the target -
The forest does not lose its hope nevertheless

A sharp jerk, hasty shot and only shadow
Yes, only shadow did dart somewhere to the side
It’s not a problem – tracks will lead me anyway, thinks hunter
The target’s gone, the path is long and I do need to hide

It’s not a problem – I will warn the target anyway
The forest thinks while playing with the birds
But on the other hand, I still do have to feed him this or other way
Or he will not come anymore.… and I will hear no words

But please not now, it’s so beautiful this morning
And forest does imagine summer warming rays
Imagines as they pierce the branches of the trees while to the earth they’re coming
Oh, how long it’s till these sunny happy days!