Текст песни Евушкина Вера, Фролова Елена - Где же наши кони, кони вороные

Where are our horses , black horses ?
Where are our lances , spears blued ?
Otstaralis horses .
Shoot spears .

Nezadarom in the grove , poor and silent ,
Walks strange crows shake on twigs ,
Walks and sighs ,
on the face of the vast ,
Facial feathered sad grimace .

Do not need anything:
No foreign domestic ,
No horses , no copies ...
In the fall of a huge
With us, our happiness :
white clothes
poor forest
yes crows
Raven burnished .

( " Horsemen " , 1959-1966 )