Текст песни Вадим Самойлов и Владислав Сурков - Чёрные Всадники

The time is gloomy, the holidays are over,
Peace and quiet, peace and quiet.
Breaking through the door, these are the black horsemen
This is behind me, this is behind me.
It's late, don't hide, don't stand in confusion
Blow on the candle.
I will go out, I will not give out excitement by sound,
I won't scream.
Let me be driven through the city with a cold
And across the bridge.
Straight to where the blizzard awakened

Old churchyard.
I will run without looking back, without rest,
Only faster, only faster.
Hearing in the chords of the frosty air
The stomp of horses, the stomp of horses.
Houses, gardens,
The myth of silence, the myth of silence.
White streets, black horsemen
Winter dreams, winter dreams.