Текст песни Борис Большаков - У воды большой реки

Horses grazing at night,
to not eat Pautov.
This tribe svolochnaya
it bites into the ridges.

At night the horses drink fogs
tearing teeth Poles.
Roam the shadows of giants
the water of the great river.

The structure of precipice trembling moan yes
from heavy black legs.
But the herd farther drives
skinny lad
from green cliff
to cold beam.
That's why so mane tail
under the blows of the whip.

Anglers were late,
Source of legs beat.
View stopped -
Giants drink water.
Went through the grass trampled
men in conversation.
Along the way, mint chopped off
the water of the great river.

- Brother, it's true we are like?
If we live in the herd.
We also suffer strokes,
stop and - drink.
That happiness, the grief,
what happens, just ...

It has been seen: in conversation
heavier every step.

Horses hidden in the mists.
Far already Istok.
Beach covered in deep wounds
from heavy black legs.

Night licking his wounds.
Tears-dew bitter.
Roam the shadows of giants
the water of the great river ...

© Boris Bolshakov,
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