Текст песни Михаил Боярский - Рыжий конь

Straight motorway tight strip,
And I'm on a concrete droning string
I'm flying on an iron rattling wagon
Where my great-grandfather rode a red horse.

I’m hurrying somewhere day-day,
And still I'm day-and-day
In a hundred places the most important day-to-day
I am late at once.
And at night I dream of a horse
A red horse comes up to me
A red horse breathes in my face
Mows with a violet eye.

My great-grandfather smelled of chamomile and mint,
I smell of gas and blue fire.
I hid a hundred dozen horses under the hood
And my great-grandfather always managed on one thing.

I’m hurrying somewhere day-day,
And still I'm day-and-day
In a hundred places the most important day-to-day
I am late at once.
And at night I dream of a horse
A red horse comes up to me
A red horse breathes in my face
Mows with a violet eye.

You just do not consider me crazy
Not a century ago, nor a horse.
I suggest you just take off your shoes,
In the meadow, like a great-grandfather, walk barefoot.

I’m hurrying somewhere day-day,
And still I'm day-and-day
In a hundred places the most important day-to-day
I am late at once.
And at night I dream of a horse
A red horse comes up to me
A red horse breathes in my face
Mows with a violet eye.

I’m hurrying somewhere day-day,
And still I'm day-and-day
In a hundred places the most important day-to-day
I am late at once.
And at night I dream of a horse
A red horse comes up to me
A red horse breathes in my face
Mows with a violet eye.