Текст песни Максим Леонидов - Конь

He said that the fight is over
And it's time to keep a record of unfulfilled dreams.
He said that it was time to go home:
House is rumored to already spring.

Where reeds along the river roars,
Blonde girls go in a circle.
About what you boogie all solid?
About some of the island? Look around!

Let a bay horse herd.
In the sky a month the young, and in the fields of rooks.
And he looks somewhere past me,
Pours one and silent again.

He is told: & quot; back in operation,
Do not stick out the stomach, tighten the belt! & Quot;
He is told: & quot; Well enough to drink, native,
Well as you can do the day from the night? & Quot;

Go back to the city where the lilacs in bloom,
Where in the evening walks Death with a bludgeon in his hand,
Tell me how you lost your dream,
Sing about what to believe it away.

So let a herd of bay horse.
In the sky a month the young, and in the fields of rooks.
And he looks somewhere past me,
Pours one and silent again.