Текст песни Николай Коршунов - Ветер В Гривах

It's rainy season in our city, but the weather is not to blame
I saddle the horses again and they carry me somewhere
Where the lights are burning beyond the river, the stormy wind plays with me,
Where the grass is wet, where no one knows about me -
The taste of silence is like red wine
The noise of the rain and the rustle in the willows
Every night I hear only one thing
How the wind whistles in the manes

Lightning strikes the sky, thunder rolls across the ground
It will echo in the woods - and my soul rushes there
Trotting through wet fields, after twenty years of love and pain
And poured water on the ground will help me leave a trace in the field
The taste of silence is like red wine
The noise of the rain and the rustle in the willows
Every night I hear only one thing
How the wind whistles in the manes

It's rainy season in our city, but the weather is not to blame
I saddle the horses again and they carry me somewhere
I left myself in a fool, I tried to abandon my fate,
But now I am in her arms - and she carries me forward
Every night is like red wine
Every night there is a rustle in the willows
Every night I hear only one thing
How the wind whistles in the manes

How the wind whistles in the manes ...