Текст песни Евгений Дятлов - Вороные кони серафима прекрасная

From girlish dreams and tears to Babi
All of us who long ago bequeathed .
And there is one , as a steep cliff ,
Pitched over the steppe woman .
Only the sound of the heart , but the wind howling,
Expectation soaked overnight
And flying over a herd of gray grass,
Without touching her hooves.

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The black horses darkness of night overclocking
Take to the skies 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 unless sadness .
Our life is woven of hope .
But dreams are floating ships in the distance,
Returning simple boat .
A fire in the soul nedozhityh years
All fanned by winds .
You fly my horse , bring the answer
On my selfless love .

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