Текст песни 4 позиции бруно - Свободная Любовь

I lose control when a mare,
Ride it like in that whatsoever.
Each strives to develop a high speed,
It is not easy to develop it when I calm down.

I do not press the wall, do not fry the asphalt,
I love riding the new spaces to explore.
Mane plaited in braid millions!
I do not regret on stud no connections, no babos.

Past the mountains, lakes, forests, cars and trains,
When I sit in the saddle - the other man in me
Very beautiful horses,
Conventional and ponies.

In the horseshoe is not stingy, Teach canter and trot,
Blinkers and will zaebis!
Armful of hay and oats trough,
channel for lunch Konyaga if he is hungry.

It does not replace the personal living body beneath me,
Hurrying to the street, hurrying home.
Blankets and warmly painted,
Our younger brothers have given all that I have.