Детские песни - облака, белогривые лошадки - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Past of white apple moon, past a red sunset apple. The attorney from the country's unlikely to us is in a hurry and again run somewhere. Advocaeaaaaad Blonde Horses, Advocaeaaaaad, that you rush without looking back. Do not watch you are high, but in the sky, ride us the advocacy andaaaaad