Текст песни MetalBlack - 96 - В поле заигрался конь

The field began to play horse ,
Rides and sports young
A fire is burning in the eyes
Here it is free , runs not stand .

Feel the wind tears the breast
Wrought hoof hits the ground
Air will rise greedily drinks
Again, run forward.

Hey , come back soon in the post
Mischief-maker my sheep
For the fields of forest thick
And it can be heard howling .

Only the wind hears it
Only the sky he sees
Again racing for overclocking
Do not drive it in the corral

Under the cold moon
The veil of darkness
Over the road Field
Just dust ...