Текст песни Ольга Чикина - слепая лошадь

Here I go by the old grove
Tired of different fools.
For me, again, blind horse
There is the sound of my footsteps.
Her trust forever,
And I'm going to all the wrong way ...
Why are you, the horse, so careless?
Why always trusting?

What are you going as a child,
As if I'm you?
I'm not a shepherd, not a colt!
And I do not understand where I'm going!
On the wing flapping, the smell of the barrel,
In the eternal din in my garden ...
Again she turned on me ...
And again, I'm her ...

The cry of a distant blue bird
It is, I have kept.
Without buying wheat
And the horse lover ...
Likely, it is infinite,
Always like summer for spring ...
Always alarming and careless,
My fate is on me ...