Текст песни Евгений Дятлов - Вороные кони серафима прекрасная

From the girls' dreams and tears to Babi
All of us who long ago bequeathed.
And there is one, as a steep cliff,
Above pitched wilderness woman.
Only the sound of the heart, but the wind howling,
Waiting for the night soaked
And flying over a herd of gray grass,
Without touching her hooves.

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The black horses disperse the darkness of night,
Rising into the sky above the dew.
A bay horses, red horses
Mane of golden morning will bring.
Mane of golden morning will bring.

You fly my horse, you develop sadness.
Our life is woven of hope.
But dreams are sailing ships in the distance,
Returning simple boat.
A fire in the soul nedozhityh years
All fanned by winds.
You fly my horse, bring answer
On my selfless love.

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