Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Вот какая-то лошадка бьёт копытами в песок

Here are some horse has hooves in the sand,
And some freezes coach at the door,
And the beauty of some pouring pure voice:
"Take me, the driver, the Loire soon!" ...

Chorus:
Let the horse hasten
Through midnight at random ...
And then the Lord will decide without us,
Who is right and who is wrong.

There chestnut groves, waterfalls and the moon,
And some ancient castle at Guise of non-residential,
And any hopes - let it be comforted,
And some knight proud and, of course, the elderly ...

Chorus.

Take her, the driver, as soon as possible, and not -
Life will rush like a bird, I do not know why,
More important than this, even sadder than that ...
You take me her driver, and do not ask to whom ...

Chorus.

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