Текст песни Елена Камбурова - Лошадка

Here is some horse beating its hooves in the sand,
and a carriage freezes at the door,
and some kind of beautiful woman is pouring a clear voice:
"Take me, driver, to the Loire as soon as possible!" ...

Chorus:
Let the horse hurry
through midnight at random ...
And there without us the Lord will decide
who is right and who is wrong.

There are chestnut groves, waterfalls and the moon
and some kind of ancient castle, uninhabited in appearance,
and some hopes where she will be comforted,
and some knight proud and much older ...

Chorus.

Take her, driver, hurry, or else -
life will rush like a bird, no one knows why,
what is even more important than this, what is even sadder than that ...
Take her, driver, and don't ask to whom ...