Текст песни Серебряный Конь - Саундтрек
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THOWRA, THEY NAMED HIM THOWRA In the darkness of the night In the fury of the storm With the silver mark of freedom His spirit was born Thowra, they named him Thowra Like the wind, like the wind that is free Thowra, they named him Thowra To be king of the bush, his destiny In the secret mountain vales Through the mist and ancient trees Runs the ghostlike horse so proudly Silent as the breeze Thowra, they named him Thowra He's the son of the wind, strong and free Thowra, they named him Thowra And the king, yes the king, he will be В темноте ночи, В яростный шторм С серебряной меткой свободы Дух его был рождён. Таура, его назвали Таура, Словно ветер, словно свободный ветер. Таура, его назвали Таура, Быть королём буша – его судьба. По тайным горным долинам, Через туман и деревья вековые Бежит призрачный конь так горделиво, Бесшумный, будто бриз. Таура, его назвали Таура, Он сын ветра, сильный и свободный. Таура, его назвали Таура, И королём, да, королём, он станет. В час ненастный, в час ночной, Взяв Луны прекрасной свет Серебристый жеребенок Явился на свет. Таура! Чудесный Таура! Он как ветер свободным рожден. Таура! Чудесный Таура! Королем своей земли стать должен он. Между тайной горных троп, Сквозь туман лесных равнин Тихо мчится серебристый Гордый исполин. Таура! Чудесный Таура! Он как ветер свободным рожден. Таура! Чудесный Таруа! Величайшим из великих станет он. Смотрите также:Все тексты Серебряный Конь >>> |
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THOWRA, THEY NAMED HIM THOWRA
In the darkness of the night
In the fury of the storm
With the silver mark of freedom
His spirit was born
Thowra, they named him Thowra
Like the wind, like the wind that is free
Thowra, they named him Thowra
To be king of the bush, his destiny
In the secret mountain vales
Through the mist and ancient trees
Runs the ghostlike horse so proudly
Silent as the breeze
Thowra, they named him Thowra
He's the son of the wind, strong and free
Thowra, they named him Thowra
And the king, yes the king, he will be
In the dark of night
In a violent storm
With a silver mark of freedom
His spirit was born.
Taura, he was called Taura,
Like the wind, like the free wind.
Taura, he was called Taura,
Being the king of the bush is his destiny.
In the secret mountain valleys
Through the fog and centuries-old trees
A ghostly horse runs so proudly
Silent like a breeze.
Taura, he was called Taura,
He is the son of the wind, strong and free.
Taura, he was called Taura,
And the king, yes, the king, he will become.
At a rainy hour, at night,
Taking the moon beautiful light
Silver foal
He was born.
Taura! Wonderful Taura!
He is like a free born wind.
Taura! Wonderful Taura!
He should become the king of his land.
Between the mystery of the mountain trails
Through the fog of the forest plains
Silently racing silver
Proud giant.
Taura! Wonderful Taura!
He is like a free born wind.
Taura! Wonderful Tarua!
The greatest of the greats will be he.
