Текст песни Михаил Щербаков - Песня о тройке

SONG OF THREE

Frolicking horses footed,
night long, round the Earth.
That end of the road,
starting field.

Neither the cemetery nor built
will not find a tired look.
Only heard the tramp of three,
the bells are ringing.

Leading the way - again a beginning,
and then - the final again.
What does it mean?
Obviously, the world is so small.

Behind, have mercy Lord,
all crumpled and burned.
Nothing will be more
and hopefully funny.

How easy and how wonderful!
We are all the same, but not the same.
Old songs there is no place
in this close void.

Only the clatter of frisky trio
It is distributed in the side,
and unheard-line
mature awe in me.

And when their voice is brittle
breaks, lowly,
It remains a quiet,
endless refrain:

Steppe. And just as briskly,
as well as two hundred years ago,
the steppe rushes triple
the bells are ringing.

1983