Текст песни Мельница - Призрачные кони

I hear Ghost horses, they fly like thunder -
Swept mane and lightning eyes;
Above them stretched out the North creeping darkness of nights
East engaged pale negreyuschim fire,

And the West is crying in rosah last hiding light
A South poured Glowing crimson-red roses ...
About Sleep futility, desire and all the hopes and dreams! -
The thick clay vpahan sinister trail horses.

I hear the Ghost Horses ...

My favorite, close your eyes, let your heart zastuchit
Over my, and the hair - I wave fall on his chest,
To at least an hour to drown in them, silence them breathe -
Away from the shaggy manes and hooves thunder.