Нашелся даже перевод песни Кони вороные, а аккордов пока нет.
Of girls 'dreams and tears to old wives'
All bequeathed to us by someone long ago .
And there is one , as a steep cliff ,
Pitched over the steppe woman .
Only heart hammering, only the wind howling,
Expectation soaked night
And flying over a herd of gray grass,
Not touching her hooves.
Chorus:
Black horses gloom of night dispersed ,
Rising into the sky first dew.
A sorrel horses , red horses
In the morning, bring the golden manes .
In the morning, bring the golden manes .
You fly my horse , you scatter sorrow.
Our hope of life is woven .
But dreams float ships in the distance,
Returning simple boats.
A fire in the soul nedozhityh years
Blown all winds .
You fly my horse , get an answer
On my selfless love .
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