Текст песни ЛихоЛесье - Ходят кони

Gather under the wing of those who do not have a long time
Who did not spare himself, and who had no luck
Someone you did not like everything he could - lost
Use your finger to the sky baptized, and cursed soul.

Take them to where the sky is not the bottom
Where there is sadness, and not afraid of the trouble does not matter
Where wind tramp found his home
Where spring sunrise warms the first ray.

I was flying high by black stones
I was looking for, where it is warm, and found where the heat
And my crazy sister spring
And nights without sleep we sit around the campfire.

And we would have overcome the night, we have a dream to drive away
We would fly in the sky, we would not fall into the mud
And the trees foliage hugging you
What are we to flame the fire, we fire warmer.

"There are horses over the river
Look for watering horses
And do not go to the river
It hurts Beach cool ... "