Текст песни Роберт Мушкамбарян - Чёрные подковы

At night, the guitar suddenly fell out of my hands,
The wind blew suddenly, and there was no love
Only the darkness in the bushes freezes lonely
Like a soul, the winter road is empty.

You are like a dream in fate, a song over the snows.
To know the devils harnessed your horses.
You are gone forever, so why again
Dreaming of white snow, black horseshoes?

Everything would start again, but, as in the old fairy tale,
Just the whistle of the scourge - and you are gone.
Only a horn blows a blizzard in the frosty darkness,
Only the sound of hooves, only the creak of runners.

(chorus:)
Only in the snow - black horseshoes ...
But there will never be any happiness from them forever!