Текст песни Evan Gard - Коневод

On the gray land
In the uninhaled spring
All dressed in the ice
And the horses want forward
On a steep rock
But where is their horse breeder?

By your eyes
On the unnoticed watch
The horses are jumping
And the question froze on the lips
Yes, whose traces?
Yes, on the corolla from roses?

Like under the snow of herbs!
Under the ice of the river sleeve
I am underground
Flowers are growing alone for you
Like under the snow of herbs!
Yes, we are beauty ...

And the trees are waiting
And they sing under the winds
Songs about spring
And about life on earth
And they are called to themselves
Do I just want?