Текст песни Владимир Черняков - Летите скорее

Tingle string in the chest
Horses will be in the middle.
There will not rush galloping
And do not pass the trot .
Hanyge not no saint
Do not climb on the windbreak .
If you live a vagabond , you want -
U-turn and go.

Who drove their horses -
Neck cross lost ,
Not climbed on fallen trees ,
Under the aspen fell.
The choice is : il drown ,
Or pray to stupor .
Either you are with the light disappeared ,
Alive or lost.

Chorus:
And I'm lost and I do not regret .
I lashed the horses . Hurry! Hurry!
Come on, darling , do not move !
Windbreak on fly , fly .

Torn chest string.
In the sky, the red moon .
Whether black hole in the clouds,
Whether the wound from a knife .
Came out time and time is short .
I whispered, willow ,
So ready to sail
My sinful soul .

That's it, bro, sailed .
Horses in the foam , the horses in the soap .
And last hope
Shattered into pieces.
Whether all forgot me ,
Whether goblins howled .
In three steps flashed wolves
And neighing trotters .

Chorus (2 times)