Текст песни Владимир Ланцберг - Старая сказка

And these houses once grew on a mountain,
But, going to the sea, suddenly one day they froze forever.
Two hundred years so glorious, in the morning - no wind, no dust,
Neither malice nor envy - it is a pity that only at the dawn.

And by the morning horse Apollo rode into the city,
And the horse was dancing, and in the city, life was resurrected.
From the axis of the chariot, melted drip lard,
Heated too generous master's warmth.

    And the dogs poked their tongues out together
    Not evil, but wet narrow dog flags,
    And, hiding in the shade, they ran after the mare, much less
    What more and nowhere to run from longing.

No, it was where - the path that went through the forests,
Curled along the stream, with each step different, but the same.
And the girl sadly carried the boat for sale,
But someone had already noticed his sails.