Sing along with us,
Clap your hands ,
In the stables of the old
Grieved horse.
Her stables
area is too small
Do not jump and legs not razomnesh .
Far, far away
Rode in the young horse .
So easy, so easy ,
Can not catch , can not catch , will not return.
Far, far away
Rode in the young horse .
So easy, so easy ,
Can not catch , can not catch , will not return.
Do not spare the ears ,
Clap your hands ,
Its stable
Not back a horse.
No saddle or harness,
And no more
In four walls languish night and day.
Far, far away
Rode in the young horse .
So easy, so easy ,
Can not catch , can not catch , will not return.
Far, far away
Rode in the young horse .
So easy, so easy ,
Can not catch , can not catch , will not return.
Anything that is hot
Clap your hands .
Do not feel sorry
For good people .
A dance together
And then, perhaps ,
I understand you and you understand me .
Far, far away
Rode in the young horse .
So easy, so easy ,
Can not catch , can not catch , will not return.
Far, far away
Rode in the young horse .
So easy, so easy ,
Can not catch , can not catch , will not return.
Far, far away
Rode in the young horse .
So easy, so easy ,
Can not catch , can not catch , will not return.
Far, far away
Rode in the young horse .
So easy, so easy ,
Can not catch , can not catch , will not return
