Текст песни Валентина Толкунова - Четыре коня

I fate gave four horses
From the ages and from grandparents inherited.
The first horse Belogrivov that I had,
It was called so sweetly: Childhood.
Somewhere in fragrant herbs that the horse lost his way,
Lost Forest for fuller ...
And how he was brave as brave and removed,
What he was gentle and fun!

I fate gave four horses.
I do not ask for anything else,
But it just does not give me back the fact of the fire,
That barely hold your crow.

Red Horse fire was a gift of the second,
What fate brought to the head.
Beating in the wind mane and neck cool.
It was called simply: Love.
Where then it was to keep me this horse -
He was restive and obstinate.
He rode into the pitch the night from me -
Only ozhёg his fiery mane.

I fate gave four horses.
I do not ask for anything else,
But it just does not give me back the fact of the fire,
That barely hold your crow.

Gray dapple horse was thoughtful and quiet,
By reaching the stars, to the moonlight -
This is my memory and my quiet verse.
With him, I'm going for the white light.
I put up a long time, not sad about anything,
I believe in the starry predictions.
Just I hear more and more often behind the left shoulder
I Voronoi horse breath ...

I fate gave four horses.
I do not ask for anything else,
But it just does not give me back the fact of the fire,
That barely hold your crow.
 

I fate gave four horses.
I do not ask for anything else,
But it just does not give me back the fact of the fire,
That barely hold your crow.
That barely hold your crow.