Текст песни Остров добрых надежд - Картина

Am G
The wild herd in a field with a white leader in front.
Their life is pure will, they never wear a bridle.
They will not catch the wind that somewhere back there
and everything that they met there - the coolness of early dew.

Chorus:
And what about me?
Mom, Mom, where does this picture
allotted to me?
Mom, Mom, where does this picture
allotted to me?
I am also on this field
breathe fresh air.
The herd is rushing somewhere in front of me
and the leader, is clean and bright.
Mom, mom, I myself dorisoval
in this picture.
Mom, mom, I myself dorisoval
in this picture.

But when the hunter sees before him the steppe.
It is because of envy or needs, their lives will take a sharp trill.
But if the arrow does not kill the leader and a bold heart is knocking,
He will lead the herd behind them and they will race away again.

Chorus.