Текст песни Леонид Сергеев - Если мордой коня повернуть на закате к окну

If you turn the muzzle horse at sunset to the window,
It may on occasion gently kick silence
And then silence otozvetsya in a low-up
And then call someone with whom are not familiar.
I do not know him, he does not know me and the horse,
We forget each other with the coming of a new day,
And while on the verge of evening, he is silent.
I am silent ... silent ... Silence horse quietly rings.

I ask: & quot; Who are you? & Quot; - He will respond to me: & quot; Who got you? & Quot;
We were both about something padded horse with height.
I ask - answer it. He will ask - and I will not tell.
Kohl understand - will not go away and leave - I sit a horse.
The horse on the grass breathe, I'll give it Sakharkov.
I sigh of grass that is white for the winter window.
Sit down, keep quiet, we of clover, sweet as honey,
On water the key, and even on the daisy, that was lying.

Gather from scattered everywhere silence calls,
Horse shuffled sugar and turn to the window.
And the breath of melting, like a schoolboy who has forgotten a lesson
I will hear, and maybe fancied a quiet call.
And the breath of melting, like a schoolboy who has forgotten a lesson
I will hear, or maybe imagined ...