Wild horses

Wild horses

If in midnight you hear from southeast
When herd of horses gallops in field
Close your eyes and gentle soutwest wind
brings you in middle of weddings of encampment

There's a bride, the darkest of dark,
just getting a crown of flowers onto her hair
And that's when the weirdest miracle happens
Bride wants you to be her fiancé

Is there still wild horses
And is somewhere there still a gypsy woman singing and dancing
The freedom can capture even a lord of a mansion
Is there still sound of quitar around the evening fire

Don't escape the black ecstasy of freedom
The whole effervescent night of autumn colours is joining in
Don't kill your angel's innest soul
Don't pull the cruelest knife into the beating heart

Is there still wild horses
And is somewhere there still a gypsy woman singing and dancing
The freedom can capture even a lord of a mansion
Is there still sound of quitar around the evening fire

Is there still wild horses
And is somewhere there still a gypsy woman singing and dancing
The freedom can capture even a lord of a mansion
Is there still sound of quitar around the evening fire

Is there still wild horses
And is somewhere there still a gypsy woman singing and dancing
The freedom can capture even a lord of a mansion
Is there still sound of quitar around the evening fire