Текст песни Димон Колоколов - Дни - серебряные кони

Days are silver horses.

Choir animal, the choir is non-stroke,
How rinsing in the rain water,
Days - Silver Horses -
Rushing away in the year.

Look or listen:
In the dark and in silence
Rushed into our souls
Something alien from the outside.

Rushing horses with buoy wind,
And do not comprehend.
Only at night the star spectra
Space bodies.

Under the curtain of atmospheric
The final is completed:
Whether it is inferno,
Whether the angel flew.

Shaved from the edge, the line of another
Mind is rushing to comprehend
And over the verge of thought
Horse Mchat, how to chase game.

Capturing milestones, dates,
Cities of Cities -
Like bricks,
Persons in the heads of heads -

Creepy vortex long sorrow
Unprecedented, without borders,
Days - Silver Horses -
Mchat to water to fall NIC.

As over the abyss of the far fore
Crushing all bridges
Wanderer, a fabulous cockpit,
Skolk spring

And in the zarry, without a rustle,
Suddenly the signal is given -
From the depths of the centuries all the bikes
Enjoy the ideal.

Rather Horse Tabunum,
There is no edge among worlds
For ninth shafts -
The embodiment of dreams and dreams,

And unknown secrets
Sutty, the meanings of the truths of all ...
Whether the dark will come dark
Or clear God's light?

... in a gilded chariot
There will be all harnessed ...
Horse racing, like birds.
Days, silver days.