Артемий Зинкин - О эти кони - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

So summer ends, the leaves will come soon and the wind is flying after the white horses, this farewell evening, the wind in my soul sings, carries me about these horses this wind flying in the distance I look there and see the smoke that was burning in the sky, I want to take off, I have no strength to go, I'm tired again fell, pouring a glass of wine and drink everything to the bottom in my soul, crying to cry separation pain in my soul I leave for a century I will take a horse with me and the wind on these horses this wind flying in the distance I look there and see smoke flashing in the sky, I want to take off but there is no strength I was tired of walking hopes, again fell on these horses this wind flying into the distance I look there and see smoke burning in the sky I want to fly up, but there was no strength, I still have hopes, I was tired of going, I fell again