Lyrics l...Айре и Саруман - Пони...l
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Пять замечательных коней пустились в путь с рассветом
Под сенью утренних теней, под шелестящим ветром.
Оставив свой уютный дом в краю, еще укрытом сном,
Бегут вперед в лесную глушь лошадки впятером.
Как страшен вековечный лес для маленького пони.
Над головой – лишь край небес величиной с ладони.
Им долго ль так еще бежать – никто ответ не может дать.
Хозяева могли б сказать, да им самим бы знать.
Мир так велик, мир так велик, а лошади так малы.
Бежать за сотни, сотни лиг копытцам их усталым.
Мир так велик и долог путь – ни отдохнуть, ни повернуть,
Но потихоньку, по чуть-чуть - доедем как-нибудь.
Лошадок скоро отдых ждет, им только до Пригорья.
А их хозяевам еще - шагать, шагать по взгорьям.
И будет много жутких дней, и бед одна другой страшней,
Ну а пока бегут вперед пять маленьких коней.
Five wonderful horses set off with dawn
Under the shadow of the morning shadows, under the rustling wind.
Leaving your cozy home in the edge, still covered with sleep,
They run forward into the forest wilderness of a horse with five of us.
How terrible is the everlasting forest for a little pony.
Above the head - only the edge of heaven the size of a palm.
For them it’s still a long way to run - no one can answer.
The hosts could say, they should know.
The world is so big, the world is so big, and the horses are so small.
Run for hundreds, hundreds of leagues hooves their tired.
The world is so big and long way - neither to rest nor turn,
But little by little, by a little bit - we'll get there somehow.
Horses soon rest waiting for them only to the Highlands.
And their owners still - walk, walk on hills.
And there will be many terrible days, and misfortunes each other worse,
In the meantime, five small horses are running forward.
Under the shadow of the morning shadows, under the rustling wind.
Leaving your cozy home in the edge, still covered with sleep,
They run forward into the forest wilderness of a horse with five of us.
How terrible is the everlasting forest for a little pony.
Above the head - only the edge of heaven the size of a palm.
For them it’s still a long way to run - no one can answer.
The hosts could say, they should know.
The world is so big, the world is so big, and the horses are so small.
Run for hundreds, hundreds of leagues hooves their tired.
The world is so big and long way - neither to rest nor turn,
But little by little, by a little bit - we'll get there somehow.
Horses soon rest waiting for them only to the Highlands.
And their owners still - walk, walk on hills.
And there will be many terrible days, and misfortunes each other worse,
In the meantime, five small horses are running forward.