| Flocks of animals run through the forest -
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| Not for prey, not for a watering place:
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| Day and night they are huntsmen
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| Looking for a fun crowd.
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| Animals, forgetting eternal fears,
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| With a firm belief that everything is on the shoulder,
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| Skins torn on the chest like a shirt,
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| They fall backwards - I don’t want to take it!
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| How many are in the bushes
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| How many of them are in the thickets -
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| The roar of the roaring,
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| Roar growling!
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| The fish went in a school against the waves -
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| Scoop up your hands, go ford on them!
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| How many wishing directly to the table,
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| Immediately on the dish - and in the mouth!
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| Fish is not meat - it is cold-blooded -
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| Strives for a net, for a hook, for a net:
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| The fish want to bask in the brazier, -
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| The sea is up to the gills, water is not water!
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| How many are in the bushes
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| How many of them are in the thickets -
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| How many creeps
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| How many flying!
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| The bird directs the flight to the fraction -
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| The bird has become cunning for inventions:
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| To put apples in their stomachs,
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| The geese haven't eaten since morning.
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| The strong bird is on the hunt
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| Shouts to weak brethren: "Step aside!" -
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| Life stops at its zenith, on the rise,
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| Even without a shot falling down.
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| How many of them are in the groves
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| How many of them are in the thickets -
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| The roar of the roaring,
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| Roar growling!
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| How many crawling
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| How many run
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| How many flying
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| And how many sailors!
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| Furs do not want to wear skins -
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| So it strives into a trap and into a corral, -
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| To dress people up, warm them up,
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| Ripping out of his skin.
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| In your snares - think about it, people! -
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| Prut voluntarily in excellent furs
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| Thousands of hundreds in foreign currency,
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| Thousands by thousands in our money.
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| In groves and thickets,
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| In the wilds and bushes
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| How many growling
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| How many roaring
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| How many grazing
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| How many swarming
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| Dreaming, tearing,
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| viviparous,
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| grey, regular,
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| In elegant feathers,
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| How many of them, predatory
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| And herbivores,
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| Shedding wool,
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| skin changers,
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| Bleating, barking,
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| mammals,
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| How many flying
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| running, crawling,
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| How many non-drinkers
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| In groves and bushes
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| And non-smokers
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| In the wilds and thickets,
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| And reptiles
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| And soaring
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| And subordinates
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| And guiding
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| Prophetic and greater,
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| Tearing and lying -
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| In groves and bushes,
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| In the wilds and thickets!
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| Skins - not spoiled, fish - alive,
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| Meat without fractions - do not break teeth -
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| Dexterously, thoughtfully, simply, wisely,
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| Peacefully - why shoot!
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| Each huntsman - a white apron!
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| In the hands - signs: "Do not hit!", "Do not destroy!"
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| All this together is called - the reserve, -
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| There is only one commandment: Thou shalt not kill!
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| But how many in the wilds
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| Groves and bushes -
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| And guardians
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| And guarding
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| And those who drive
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| To the extent of gambling
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| bad shooters,
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| And preinfarction,
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| Poisoning, barking,
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| Equestrian and foot
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| And vacationers
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| With the appearance of goblin,
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| How many of them who know
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| And tempted
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| Missing
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| On target, angry
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| How many run
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| crawling, screaming,
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| In the wilds and thickets,
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| Groves and bushes -
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| How many trembling
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| spoiling skins,
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| How many catchers
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| For tyrants
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| How many typical
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| How many omnivores
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| How many of them, predatory
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| And herbivores,
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| And reptiles
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| And soaring
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| In groves and bushes,
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| In the wilds and thickets! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Заповедник , by - Владимир Высоцкий. Song from the album Песни к кинофильму «Иван да Марья», in the genre Русская авторская песня