Текст песни 2003 год - Старый конь

Old horse

Kissing couples on the benches
Past them
Queen of the street, you walked with glasses
Smoky.

Golden waterfall
It was pouring from the shoulders
Taking with you
Hearing and speaking.

Fired his wonderful arrow
Cupid,
Sang in my soul a little cracked
Baritone.

And walked slightly around
Head.
Well, from what I
Half a hundred and two?

And the old horse - he, baby, does not spoil the furrows.
The old horse "in law" - he doesn’t plow at all,
He loves to run through the dew,
And I for this my "chervonets" sagged.

The dress shone through a thin
Under rain.
In the gateway of the sun, the girl and I
Let's wait.

I'll write down the phone -
May be,
This evening to her
Nowhere to live.

The tram gave calls to two yard dogs,
Tore the stopcock
And I’m in my mind which way to go - I wondered -
A restaurant.

Everyone used to be happy
I’m a pub
And now at the door
Young growth.

And the old horse - he, baby, does not spoil the furrows.
The old horse "in law" - he doesn’t plow at all,
He loves to run through the dew,
And I for this my "chervonets" sagged.

Inflame yourself to impossibility -
Ah love! -
I read a very careful verse to her
From Rambo.

But the answer whistled
Like a scourge:
- Would you go home
Old grunt!

And the old grunt goes where he wants to
After all, the old horse "in law" - somewhere he is a philosopher.
And if I broke off now
I know for sure it will be better in an hour!