Текст песни Павел Кашин - Всадник

Rider

The sky breathes sweet gas - this world is preparing an assassination attempt again
You are ready this time to defend your grievances until your last tears
And from the windows of your eyes, archers are ready to strike to defeat
And from my fortress a rider rushes to inform that I
Love you

The sky breathes with black anger, the heart rushes as a hot target
Transformed in a dream, the arrowhead is cast in the hands
And the movement in the window tells me that a decision has been made
And the rider flies off the horse, who did not have time to inform that I
Love you

The sky melts and instantly notes pour from the banks of the Neva and Seine
"Sorry, we did not know about the reasons for the sadness in your chest.
Waiting for your will, whether we died or hardened
And it's not for us to judge that the rider was like a murderer by description
Of our dreams "