Текст песни Марк Винокуров - Лошадь с рыжей гривой

Horse with a red mane
Boris Novy
I saw a horse with a red mane in the field
I wanted to touch her hand
But she doesn’t listen, she knows that in the wild
And no longer thinks about the fate of another.

Silver grass cooled from dew
From the breath of warm air through the fog
And the eyes of the purple horse froze
Pumping dope on me gradually

CHORUS:
CHILDHOOD IN THE SHOULDER HERBS
FREE LOVE BABY COLOR
AND LIFE A PASSIANG CARD ADDED
AND ONLY WILL WILL NOT BE AND NO

I’ll secretly want to stroke the mane suddenly
And feel the heat, a little clinging cheek
To her side a red-haired black tide.
Caress and poke his lush head

My heart will suddenly beat in the darkness of sunset
I'll freeze like a chick falling out of a nest
Seeing a cropped neck once
From a rope to a rough dented scar

Chorus.

Two different roads will merge anyway
Like the stormy rivers, they will flow into the ocean
It’s a pity that the old years will not come back
Yes and further - they don’t wait for me there either.

I remember how a young man with a curly head
I dreamed everything, that I’ll grow up and buy a coat
Happiness winked with a majestic smile
On the shoulders, adjusting slightly, the white mantle

Chorus.