Текст песни А мой конь - Белый конь

In the open field the wind whistling ,
The kite picks blue sky ,
And my horse , white horse ,
It goes a step above the river .

Wind whistles for fun ,
Kite picks for the glory ,
And my horse , white horse ,
It goes a step above the river .

Wind whistles - choke ,
Kite rysknet - and will return ,
And my horse , white horse ,
He goes , he is.

Over the river , over the blue river
White horse bridle rings .
What we thank that fun ?
We would go box ...

We would go the field ,
Another sure find
This left to whom the right,
To us on the way .