БУЛАТ БОЛОТ (salatau) wrote,
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13 horses


Автор версии и исполнитель Александр Рыбак

13 horses,
swimming in the sea.
waiting for someone to find them.
Their ship is gone, and now they're all alone
with water everywhere around them
The men were saved, from the sinking ship,
right before it started to burn.
And while they're safe, their loyal friends need help
Patiently waiting for their turn.

13 horses,
swimming in the sea,
they don't even know it's pointless.
The pride remains, but this time it won't help
They used to be so tall, and suddenly they're small
There's a couple, way too far behind,
soon they will be out of sight.
But then, who cares?
They're dying anyway
all of them are doomed this night.

11 horses,
swimming in the sea
the sea they thought was just a river.
They're used to this
It's probably just a race
That helps to ease their minds,
but where's the finish line?

The night grows dark,
the body wants to rest,
it hurts to breathe,
and still they do their best.
They want to live, no matter for how long
Their thoughts have disappeared,
'cause now they're pretty scared.

7 horses,
struggling in the sea,
waiting for someone to find them.
They don't look back,
'cause what's the point of that,
there is only death behind them.
They cry for help, but help will never come
they don't know where to swim,
or what they're swimming from.
They try to swim some more,
when panic starts to spread,
their swimming into [shore?]
But only in their heads.

3 last horses,
dying in the sea,
shouting out their cries for no one.
They're born to win,
they're screaming in their hearts,
the stength of 1000 men,
they're fighting 'til the end.

The sun is up,
birds are everywhere,
they're flying high, surfing in the air.
It's nice to live,
when life is such a blast.
One horse still swims,
it seems to be the last
The 13th horse, has always been the best.
His owner will be proud,
but now he wants to rest.
He's longing for his home,
the girl will give him food,
"good boy" she'll say, together they will play.

13 horses,
swimming in the sea,
soon they will be gone forever,
and while they swim,
one thing still remains,
and that's the hope that never dies.
It never dies.
It never dies.

© Salatau, 2013




[А это читать необязательно]Кстати, нелишне будет напомнить и о некоторых моих посулах и о результатах их исполнения.
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А ещё я всякие мелкие конкурсы провожу. Объявляю дополнительно. Уже два провёл, с наградами.

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