Текст песни Ф.И.Тютчев - Конь морской

About zealous horse of the sea horse ,
With pale green mane ,
That gentle , affectionate , handmade ,
That wildly - playful !
You violent whirlwind was suckled
In the broad field of God ,
You pryadat he taught ,
Play , ride at will !

I love you when headlong ,
In his arrogant power,
The thick mane ruffling
And all in a couple of soap and ,
By sending bregam rapid running,
With cheerful neighing mchishsya ,
Hooves will throw in a ringing Breg -
And the spray dispersal ! ..