10 января - Лошадка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I raised a small horse at my place.

She gallops around the room, and that's my entertainment.

At first I was worried, I wasn't sure.

But my patience was rewarded.

She's taller, more than five centimeters.

And she eats and drinks like a grown-up, enough for three people.

And if a drop of manure gets on your nerves,

Then you don't have to come to me at all; we'll get along without them.

But what worries me every now and then is this:

The horse suddenly transforms.

Her back arches, bulges, and rises.

And it flutters and splashes in the wind.

I wonder if she's deceiving me. Pretending to be a horse, she starts to neigh desperately.

For at least a horse doesn't flutter in the wind.

She doesn't flap like a flag, even for a few seconds.

But isn't it always like this with women? Any little thing throws them off balance.

But such a tiny backside can't...

So much manure can't come out, can't, can't...

I don't want, after so many worries...And after so many sleepless nights...When I guarded her from rats and eternal dangers...To be left with nothing again, a fool, she, she...

She sometimes notices that she looks like a midget.

At the same time, she gets nervous, and this frightens her.

She leaps over the chairs in great leaps.

And starts to neigh, neigh desperately.

The male neighboring animals prick up their ears.

Dogs, roosters, fish, mice, porpoises.

But they immediately decide that someone else should respond.

But so far, not a single one. didn't respond

My horse looks at me

With longing and anger in her gaze

And doesn't look like herself

But who, who is to blame, who is to blame, am I?