horses
Am Dm E Am Dm E
Evening , Evening : Day's Journey into yesterday .
Dm G C E
In the sky flies , flies in the sky, smoke Delek fire.
Gm A7
Who's laughing , who's there to moan , whose is there weeping strings?
Dm G C E
Horses grazing in a meadow , whom they hobbled ?
Gm
Ex : In the sky stars - drops of blood
A7 Dm
Month sharp, bitter .
G
Oh, hold it in your hand :
C E
Cut the tie-up .
Gm
Start horses gallop
A7 Dm
Let walk in the field ...
G
Oh, not a matter of being a slave
C E Am
Near freestyle will.
!
Evening sky below
Intoxicating scents of herbs .
And love and hate ,
that hobble horses.
Here it is, what love is -
ah, how to love , even cry !
Warmed up , caressed ,
his belt and whips ...
In the sky the stars - a drop of blood ,
month - a sharp, bitter .
Here hold it in your hand ,
cut the bonds.
Start horses gallop -
even walking in a field.
Oh, not a matter of being a slave
Near freestyle will!
Evening , Evening ,
horses trampled grasses .
I know that you have to be kinder
