Текст песни sunohey - и речь совсем не о лошадях

I'm going to the city from empty squares
sticking highlights and aimlessly wandering people, and people, in parks growing behind a leash of horses who are driving on the neck of screaming children
from fear, from happiness ...
and I'm sorry for them from part,
Could they suffer, shout
they would ask to let them go a little bit
To run in the field native
trot, gallop, to make a normal horse
will be bored - and hitchhiking someone
In the city where full of squares and these terrible people and a lot of screaming children
Where night will blind bright light lamps
In order not to find your door keys
and standing on the threshold of the apartment
Blind and happy, in love with the capital, dissolved in it
There are so many vain jesters and funny kings, and every mouth is in search of free ears,
only there are no fields for my horses
You do not drive them
Show at least a pity
I'm going to the city of boring faces
and monotonous voices
Reading several pages
as if seventy volumes
I see everyone through
No other secrets
only from parents hide
Pocket a pack of cigarettes
No need to start again
I wanted to return to the state
But it is always difficult to remember
when you perform someone's task
we are all here as if hit your head and more than once
Eyes like paintings from rejected rhinestones
And what are your unfortunate persons
You are so similar to horses from the capital
They, too, by order of bosses
go in a circle such sad
By the way, too, with children on the neck
What are you not? Really
they are all there are so happy like
All go in a circle in dreams ...
On freedom