I`ll rise with the dawn`s first glow And out in the chill I`ll go. while here, there is nothing. no! No spring, - No burrow, - No lair, - Not a trace Of anything live - Anywhere !...

The harvest has been brought in,
The air rings with frosty rime.
I hear the hunting dogs` din
From several sides at a time.
Just watch the pursuit begin !


All my soul is astir,
I can`t stand the strain any more.
There comes bunny, chased by a cur,
And a foxie with cautious paw.


People changed in their hearts,
Changed all the greenery...
But those are my native parts,
My dream, so precious to me,
My home ! ...