Текст песни Леонид Сергеев - Если мордой коня повернуть на закате к окну

If the muzzle horse at sunset turn to the window,
He may on occasion quietly kick silence
And then the silence in a low otozvetsya Service,
And then call someone with whom are not familiar .
I do not know him, he does not know me and the horse,
We forget each other with the advent of a new day ,
In the meantime, on the threshold of the evening he silently stands .
I am silent ... silent ... Silence horse quietly rings .

I ask : & quot; Who are you ? & Quot; - He will respond to me : & quot; Who is you ? & Quot;
Both of us about something padded horse with height.
I ask - he will answer . He asks - and I will not tell .
Kohl understand - will not go away and leave - I sit a horse .
The horse on the grass breathe , I 'll give it Sakharkov .
I sigh of grass that is white for the winter window.
Sit down , shut us about clover , sweet as honey ,
On water key , and even on the daisy that 's lying.

Gather from scattered everywhere silence calls ,
Horse shuffled sugar and turn to the window.
And the breath of melting , like a schoolboy who has forgotten lesson
I will listen to , and can, seemed to quiet call.
And the breath of melting , like a schoolboy who has forgotten lesson
I will listen to , and can, seemed ...