Русский текст Юрия Энтина
Перевод А. Артёмова

It was quite an ordinary day
When I met a deer on my way.
He was flying high above the street,
Like an arrow, on his mighty feet.

 [bad word] 
My deer, [bad word] back,
Upon my strong desire,
And take me on your back
To your green wood empire,
Where pine-trees long for heaven,
Where fables find a haven,
My deer, take me there on your back!

He [bad word]  and his beamy head
Reached the heavy clouds, so they fled.
And it seemed the sky was getting blue
Over him along the way he flew.

 [bad word] 
My deer, [bad word] back,
Upon my strong desire,
And take me on your back
To your green wood empire,
Where pine-trees long for heaven,
Where fables find a haven,
My deer, take me there on your back!

People say that wonders don’t exist,
And the deer’s trace is lost in mist.
But I know he [bad word] to me.
I believe it’s not a fantasy.

 [bad word] 
My deer [bad word] back,
Upon my strong desire,
And took me on his back
To his green wood empire,
Where pine-trees long for heaven,
Where fables find a haven,
My deer took me there on his back!