Текст песни The Present Tense - Ямщик

Eh, rod, pursuit of horses
Yes, so that the wind in the ears whistled
How much I saw gray people
Buckle is tired of the soulless bodies.

Sleeping my good
Waiting for me one
Touch the skin
And I do not need anything to me.

Oh, rim, hurry, I pray
After all, the month glitters
I whisper on her ear: I love
I love is still sleeping.

Inem covered the forest
But it's warm me
And month already disappeared
And you can not see me through the glass.

Eh, rod, pursuit of horses
Yes, so that the wind in the ears whistled
How much did you see in the light of the slope
But now he did not bother

Until the last soul gave
And I went for the bottom
I suffered, I'm tired,
Looking for me your age alone.