Текст песни Михаил Мамаев - Лошадка

Ah, you life is my inept
The horse is dark, and I would be white!
And on Zebra you, oh, not like,
Lychim hoof you get under my goal!

Ah, my wife is light in my window,
Ray Sunny on my war,
You forgive my horse Healthy,
What you bear with you, recalcitrant.

Ah, where does she carry, she rare?
From the last strength, I hold for the mane.
Not classified and not curled,
You, my fate, so sad ...

But it rushes through the journey paths
The fate of the harsh, officer ...
But rushing through the ways Bren
The fate is harsh, the fate of the military ............