Текст песни Йорунн - Иноходец

Foal, bay pacifier
Timidly sniffed and snorted in the palm of his hand,
Jumped in a dance of twirling knees
Burning with the taste of children's chases.

And then there were miles and miles
Cloth of endless roads
And the sound of the wind that we loved so much
And painted red east.

I’ll run my hands in the mane - comb it.
Velvet lips free from the shackles.
“Friend, thank you,” I whisper,
Wash off the foam from the hot sides.

Years went by, the muscles of the muscles contracted.
Legs were strengthened and the chest was widening.
And united into a single:
Our rock and fate, our way.

We made enemies and trampled
They gnawed at the throat, chopped off the shoulder.
We so often saved each other
By the power of faith, hooves and a sword.

I’ll run my hands in the mane - comb it.
Velvet lips free from the shackles.
Heals terrible wounds,
But do not wash away these scars from the sides.

Horses neighing, people screaming.
Clank of horseshoes, the clatter of forged lat.
This battle will not be forgotten
Who alive will meet the scarlet sunset.

The pacer limped and wheezed
The blood mixed him and mine
But he did not dare to leave me
At the terrible feast of the crow.

I’ll run my hands in the mane - comb it.
Kiss a cold forehead.
I salt my tears with water
Letting go at the last gallop.