The moon snow and star's ice,
As in a dream, horses's flight.
Under blue and frosty sky,
On the highway, smooth and wide
Heart lies on the snow,
Thrown into a snowstorm.
Arrow of road, long and straight
In the endless steppe laid
Like a tear on the cheek
And only tramp of the hooves,
And only the song that flies
About the coachman who cold in the steppe.
La, la, la, lay...
And only tramp of the hooves,
And only the song that flies
About the coachman who cold in the steppe.
With scolding, with luring
Through the years calling me
This is depth the Russian song
Which is clear to the bottom.
Tenderness and dream
Purity of heart.
Arrow of road, straight and long
Laid on steppe where is cold
Like a tear on the cheek
And only tramp of the hooves,
And only the song that flies
About the coachman who cold in the steppe.
Arrow of road, straight and long
Laid on steppe where is cold
Like a tear on the cheek
And only tramp of the hooves,
And only the song that flies
About the coachman who cold in the steppe.
zdravkocol
LT
Andrew from Russia
Sarasvati
vevvev
Четвртак, 14/03/2019 - 03:53
Евгений Виноградов