Текст песни Игорь Гольдин - Мальчик рисует коня

The boy draws a horse
Igor Goldin

The boy wanted to buy a horse
He copied the dream to the horse.
I could be this boy
And I could be.

Here let him down the horse
Proudly said: "Weld by, yours!
See, shines on our armor?
You can go into battle. "

The boy said: "Not my horse.
This will die without big wars.
Suddenly look at the clouds,
Throws the seat of the saddle. "

Again lead him a horse
"This, like a sheet of October, quiet,
If Zatre is half a day
Sit down and sign verse! "

The boy said: "Not my horse!
He takes food from foreign hands,
The path chooses to him whip,
Sorpits when it snanged. "

Stopped herd to herd:
"The boy is stubborn, what is yours?"
He looked, biting her lip,
Silently went home.

And stayed late
Trails are empty strangers.
- Boy, where did your horse go?
- He knows where to himself.

He took me with him:
See the traces of his legs?
That's what you knew about me
And I could not hold.