Текст песни Михаил Трегер - Квадрига

Quadriga

Vera, hope, love, and - loss.
No, not enough triumvirate;
In this harness always empty
Between the clamps only the fourth oval.

Black - fourth, empty, but exterminated;
I see a trembling intense aorta,
Troika horses that dancing in dust -
If only the fourth did not let ...

But - not to return the fleeting mig
And this quadrig carved me;
Only behind the bridges
To the mainland called "You".

Vera, hope, love, and - loss:
Life - sunset, road - show;
There is no guilty or in any other ...
Rusya somewhere - Thanks on that.

04/01/2009