Текст песни Ольга Кузнецова - Лошадка

Gray horse
Rides in a red circle
In the green of a summer park
Long horseshoes ring.
A strange childhood riddle -
There was no more faithful friend
Than a gray horse
Small.

I secretly erase my tears -
Tighter and tighter girth
Years of uniform laying
It multiplies day by day.
Everything seems to be in order in life,
And rides in an eternal circle
Gray horse
Small.

I drop the lines into a notebook,
Waiting for a wordless blizzard
Sky tub full of holes
Swear every morning.
Again, neither roll, nor shaky,
As if rolling in a circle
The gray life is a horse
Small...