Lyrics Серебряный конь - Саундтрек
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THOWRA, THEY NAMED HIM THOWRA
In the darkness of the night
In the fury of the storm
With the silver mark of freedom
His spirit was born
Thowra, they named him Thowra
Like the wind, like the wind that is free
Thowra, they named him Thowra
To be king of the bush, his destiny
In the secret mountain vales
Through the mist and ancient trees
Runs the ghostlike horse so proudly
Silent as the breeze
Thowra, they named him Thowra
He's the son of the wind, strong and free
Thowra, they named him Thowra
And the king, yes the king, he will be
В темноте ночи,
В яростный шторм
С серебряной меткой свободы
Дух его был рождён.
Таура, его назвали Таура,
Словно ветер, словно свободный ветер.
Таура, его назвали Таура,
Быть королём буша – его судьба.
По тайным горным долинам,
Через туман и деревья вековые
Бежит призрачный конь так горделиво,
Бесшумный, будто бриз.
Таура, его назвали Таура,
Он сын ветра, сильный и свободный.
Таура, его назвали Таура,
И королём, да, королём, он станет.
В час ненастный, в час ночной,
Взяв Луны прекрасной свет
Серебристый жеребенок
Явился на свет.
Таура! Чудесный Таура!
Он как ветер свободным рожден.
Таура! Чудесный Таура!
Королем своей земли стать должен он.
Между тайной горных троп,
Сквозь туман лесных равнин
Тихо мчится серебристый
Гордый исполин.
Таура! Чудесный Таура!
Он как ветер свободным рожден.
Таура! Чудесный Таруа!
Величайшим из великих станет он.
In the darkness of the night
In the fury of the storm
With the silver mark of freedom
His spirit was born
Thowra, they named him Thowra
Like the wind, like the wind that is free
Thowra, they named him Thowra
To be king of the bush, his destiny
In the secret mountain vales
Through the mist and ancient trees
Runs the ghostlike horse so proudly
Silent as the breeze
Thowra, they named him Thowra
He's the son of the wind, strong and free
Thowra, they named him Thowra
And the king, yes the king, he will be
В темноте ночи,
В яростный шторм
С серебряной меткой свободы
Дух его был рождён.
Таура, его назвали Таура,
Словно ветер, словно свободный ветер.
Таура, его назвали Таура,
Быть королём буша – его судьба.
По тайным горным долинам,
Через туман и деревья вековые
Бежит призрачный конь так горделиво,
Бесшумный, будто бриз.
Таура, его назвали Таура,
Он сын ветра, сильный и свободный.
Таура, его назвали Таура,
И королём, да, королём, он станет.
В час ненастный, в час ночной,
Взяв Луны прекрасной свет
Серебристый жеребенок
Явился на свет.
Таура! Чудесный Таура!
Он как ветер свободным рожден.
Таура! Чудесный Таура!
Королем своей земли стать должен он.
Между тайной горных троп,
Сквозь туман лесных равнин
Тихо мчится серебристый
Гордый исполин.
Таура! Чудесный Таура!
Он как ветер свободным рожден.
Таура! Чудесный Таруа!
Величайшим из великих станет он.
THOWRA, THEY NAMED HIM THOWRA
In the darkness of the night
In the fury of the storm
With the silver mark of freedom
His spirit was born
Thowra, they named him Thowra
Like the wind, like the wind that is free
Thowra, they named him Thowra
To be king of the bush, his destiny
In the secret mountain vales
Through the mist and ancient trees
Runs the ghostlike horse so proudly
Silent as the breeze
Thowra, they named him Thowra
He's the son of the wind, strong and free
Thowra, they named him Thowra
And the king, yes the king, he will be
In the darkness of the night,
In a furious storm
With the silver label of freedom
His spirit was born.
Taura, he was called Taura,
Like the wind, like a free wind.
Taura, he was called Taura,
Being the king of the bush is his destiny.
On the secret mountain valleys,
Through fog and centuries-old trees
Runs ghostly horse so proudly,
Quiet, like a breeze.
Taura, he was called Taura,
He is the son of the wind, strong and free.
Taura, he was called Taura,
And the king, yes, the king, he will.
At an hour of rainy, at night,
Taking the moon a beautiful light
Silver Colt
He came to the light.
Taura! Wonderful Taura!
He is like a wind born free.
Taura! Wonderful Taura!
He must become the king of his land.
Between the secret mountain trails,
Through the fog of forest plains
Quietly rushing silvery
Proud giant.
Taura! Wonderful Taura!
He is like a wind born free.
Taura! Wonderful Tarua!
He will be the greatest of the great.
In the darkness of the night
In the fury of the storm
With the silver mark of freedom
His spirit was born
Thowra, they named him Thowra
Like the wind, like the wind that is free
Thowra, they named him Thowra
To be king of the bush, his destiny
In the secret mountain vales
Through the mist and ancient trees
Runs the ghostlike horse so proudly
Silent as the breeze
Thowra, they named him Thowra
He's the son of the wind, strong and free
Thowra, they named him Thowra
And the king, yes the king, he will be
In the darkness of the night,
In a furious storm
With the silver label of freedom
His spirit was born.
Taura, he was called Taura,
Like the wind, like a free wind.
Taura, he was called Taura,
Being the king of the bush is his destiny.
On the secret mountain valleys,
Through fog and centuries-old trees
Runs ghostly horse so proudly,
Quiet, like a breeze.
Taura, he was called Taura,
He is the son of the wind, strong and free.
Taura, he was called Taura,
And the king, yes, the king, he will.
At an hour of rainy, at night,
Taking the moon a beautiful light
Silver Colt
He came to the light.
Taura! Wonderful Taura!
He is like a wind born free.
Taura! Wonderful Taura!
He must become the king of his land.
Between the secret mountain trails,
Through the fog of forest plains
Quietly rushing silvery
Proud giant.
Taura! Wonderful Taura!
He is like a wind born free.
Taura! Wonderful Tarua!
He will be the greatest of the great.