Александр Стрижевский - Черный бык - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There is a black bull on the road, and here is the road to Madrid. How the dust flies heavily from under the hooves along the road! How his shaggy face is easily crucified on straight legs. Skirting the cities, he heads to Madrid.

And perched on the gate, the hunter hunches over and crouches.

The city's stained glass windows are already ringing loudly.

Stubbornly bending his head, the black bull rushes into the city.

Dance to the tune, clown, dance to the tune, dance!

And the arrow separates and gains height.

And heretics are already burning in vast areas.

And a pack of mad dogs - well, hello, hello! -

Yellow fangs stare from under the chained gate.

The bowstring sang lightly, and the terrible run was stopped.

This is how the tubers of the angry dogs tear the bull to pieces.

So on the way to Madrid for what a century now

Stubbornly bending their heads, the black bulls rush!