Текст песни Юрий Лорес - Кони и птицы, часть 1

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Hurry to me, you, mother, hide!
You see - the sky boils bad weather.
And the windows of the laughter, the cry,
And just terrible hoofs.

And just terrible hoofs.
He is getting closer, it's almost behind the wall.
He hoofs the road splits,
And strangers go for me.

And strangers go for me,
And by the name of trying to call.
I will take away an expensive night.
I have to time their faces unrecognizable.

I have to time those persons can not see,
What Windowpanes distorted ...
He would sit in front of a candle maiden guessing
Will the shadows to tear away from the wall.

Will the shadows to tear away from the wall,
Shout to the wind frightened rook.
A step out the door could be heard ...
Whether a virgin, or mother - hide!

Whether a virgin, or mother - hide!
It is not with me, not right now! ..
Approaching and laughter, and weeping,
And creak, but the door opens ...