Текст песни Маргарита Шилова - Песня о Гнедой

As if in childhood I breathe an open window,
Criminally singing throat not sparing.
But it blew my spring with the lightest feather
So why am I over the years burning?
Far removed my spring with the lightest feather ...
So why?

I dream first love - bay in apples
That for many years obediently runs in a circle,
And I still wander in the white clouds
Trying to see her friend from above.

Wash off festive color autumn rains.
Where do you escape from time to time, say grace?
But the city budget is preparing a resurrection,
I asked fate to meet my childhood.

Again, in spite I breathe an open window,
Criminally singing throat not sparing.
But it blew my spring with the lightest feather
So why am I over the years burning?
Far removed my spring with the lightest feather ...
So why?

Years rushing past us with a whistling swallow ...
Let not in you, as in competitors, a sex epil,
Since I went to the carousel with my grandmother,
Your horseshoe hooked on my heart.

Why calculate success by boring algebra?
After all, the task cannot be solved in any way ...
Come on bay, you and I will pour a little,
You look, and good luck will come to our stall!

As if in childhood I breathe an open window
Criminally singing throat not sparing
But it blew my spring with the lightest feather
So why am I over the years burning?
Far removed my spring with the lightest feather ...
So why?