Текст песни Владимир Болдырев - Верховая езда

Horse riding gives full effect
The joy of holding tight to the saddle.
Crazy delight - drop the reason
And gallop at full speed on the ground.

The tap dance is clearly beaten by hooves
Across the field, field, field - trotting over colors.
The soul is permeated with a cheerful wind, washed
And the heart burst open like Sesame.

I like this frantic pace for a long time
Dense as a drum roll.
It seemed ridiculous at first
Method of blunders and trial.

Life smells like honey, then horse sweat.
Fate on the road carried me more than once.
Bay is striking a step beautifully, as if by notes, -
And in this rhythm the song came to life.

Okay! Grace! Eh, it was not.
A chill runs down to my bones
Because my horse has bitten the bit
And from a trot went to a gallop.

And I will add fire! And I'll spur it on!
Until the enthusiasm remained and the Muse did not leave,
With a desperate gait across the field, field, field ...
Nothing will knock me out of the saddle.