Текст песни Елена Бушуева - Белая лошадка

Happiness rushed on a white horse,
And his imagine, did not wait at all,
Did not buy anything again to tea
Sirtuki and butterflies are not in order.

Happiness said: "What are you, throwing,
I'm on the way, nothing needs ... "
We gave his horse sugar,
And it was kindly called to visit more often.

Only everything thoughtfully was rchash,
Happiness sat very little.
White horse stopped legs,
But very stubbornly rushed further ...