Текст песни 10.10 - Ехал конюх полем

I went groom field
I went on our old horse
Good morning Comrade Commander
What my friend boughs your head

What my friend, I saw these in a coffin
Flames flared
Red rose star
October autumn cold unsheathed swords

Blood divided fraternal war ignited
The terrible loss suffered his own mother
They killed the brothers of true labor Knights

The sky was clear
It smelled spicy leaves
And for him the road led you to my
It is necessary to understand and to forgive his own mother

Do you hear a voice behind
Do you hear a voice behind
Sit in dress uniform sound of a voice in the night
Sit in dress uniform and whisper to myself: I'm sorry

A groom and rode his horse village
A horse and rode 70-ton splovinoy years
The road was dark sometimes met Dawn
And a flock of white swans followed him after

A groom and rode his gray-haired horse
A groom and rode his gray-haired horse ....