Lyrics Татьяна Белоус - У крылечка моего не стучит копытом конь
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У КРЫЛЕЧКА МОЕГО НЕ СТУЧИТ КОПЫТОМ КОНЬ
Татьяна Белоус
Ты уехал в край иной,
Там искал душе покой,
Ускакал по полю ты донскому.
Между нами снегопад
И никто из нас не рад,
Что пришлось, простится нам с тобою.
Припев:
У крылечка моего не стучит копытом конь,
Только горлица воркует на берёзе.
Не звучит в саду гармонь,
Прислоню к окну ладонь,
Растоплю узор я на морозе.
Я не стала горевать
И чтоб мир наш не сломать,
В ночь ушла я вдоль по полю за тобою...
Мы огонь с тобой прошли,
Дружно воду перешли,
Медных труб с тобой не испугались тоже.
Припев:
У крылечка моего не стучит копытом конь,
Только горлица воркует на берёзе.
Не звучит в саду гармонь,
Прислоню к окну ладонь,
Растоплю узор я на морозе.
Как вернулись мы домой,
Стал мой сокол весь седой,
Но душа его осталась чистым полем.
Я посею там зерно,
Прорастёт весной оно,
Для себя я не желаю лучшей доли.
© Copyright: Танечка Белоус, 2017
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MY COUNTER DOESN'T KNOCK ANYWHERE
Tatyana Belous
You went to another land,
There I sought peace for the soul,
You galloped across the field to the Don.
Snowfall between us
And none of us are happy
What had to say goodbye to you with you.
Chorus:
At my porch does not knock hoof horse
Only the turtle-dope cooing on the birch.
Do not sound the squeeze in the garden,
I leaned against the window palm
I will melt the pattern in the cold.
I did not grieve
And so that our world does not break,
In the night I went along the field for you ...
We passed the fire with you
Together they crossed the water,
Copper pipes with you are not afraid either.
Chorus:
At my porch does not knock hoof horse
Only the turtle-dope cooing on the birch.
Do not sound the squeeze in the garden,
I leaned against the window palm
I will melt the pattern in the cold.
How we returned home
My falcon has become all gray,
But his soul remained a clear field.
I will sow grain there
It will sprout in the spring,
For myself, I do not want a better share.
© Copyright: Tanechka Belous, 2017
Certificate publication number 117040710767
# poems_pro_ horses # songs_pro_ horses
Tatyana Belous
You went to another land,
There I sought peace for the soul,
You galloped across the field to the Don.
Snowfall between us
And none of us are happy
What had to say goodbye to you with you.
Chorus:
At my porch does not knock hoof horse
Only the turtle-dope cooing on the birch.
Do not sound the squeeze in the garden,
I leaned against the window palm
I will melt the pattern in the cold.
I did not grieve
And so that our world does not break,
In the night I went along the field for you ...
We passed the fire with you
Together they crossed the water,
Copper pipes with you are not afraid either.
Chorus:
At my porch does not knock hoof horse
Only the turtle-dope cooing on the birch.
Do not sound the squeeze in the garden,
I leaned against the window palm
I will melt the pattern in the cold.
How we returned home
My falcon has become all gray,
But his soul remained a clear field.
I will sow grain there
It will sprout in the spring,
For myself, I do not want a better share.
© Copyright: Tanechka Belous, 2017
Certificate publication number 117040710767
# poems_pro_ horses # songs_pro_ horses