Текст песни три богатиря на дальних берегах - битва с зайцами

As they followed elderberry
A score of cucumbers.
Look closely for the crotch
Yes Look at the fellow:

Maybe it was the Martians,
N maybe our folklore,
All the same, we say mum:
"Do not let the children in the yard!"

That's cool, that's a miracle!
Not that your Malibu!
Yes rushes trio, but with little bells.
Oh, do not tempt fate!

That is the speed, that's power!
Not that your Malibu!
Yes rushes trio, but with little bells.
Oh, do not tempt fate!

Well lie on the river,
Or even a pond,
But still on the stove
Do not get wet beard.

Maybe it was the Martians,
N maybe our folklore,
All the same, we say mum:
"Do not let the children in the yard!"

That is the speed, that's power!
Not that your Malibu!
Yes rushes trio, but with little bells.
Oh, do not tempt fate!