| My heart ached in the midst of a clean field,
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| I unsaddle my wild and fast horse.
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| I will comb the golden mane with gentle combs,
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| I breathe the same air with you, my silver friend.
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| Clouds swirl over the river, I remember, on a pea day
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| From under the mare I took you as a tiny foal.
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| He strove to bite his finger, kept goat and bucked.
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| I understood then: it fell to you and me to be friends.
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| Chorus:
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| And since then it has become crowded for me in my house, and on a cheerful night, and on a thoughtful day,
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| And since then I have needed the clouds so much, my eyes have become sharper, my hand has become firmer.
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| You grew up not by the day, but by the hour, you were charmed by a gypsy.
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| The dew has become your milk, the steppe has become a clearing.
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| I remember how you run to your heart's content and wander around,
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| You ride like a plague, onto a hitching post and wallow in the dust.
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| Well, my gray-haired grandfather grinned through his mustache, kept shouting:
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| “That's crazy! |
| All like a father, you son of a bitch!
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| He was also a master of escaping pursuits,
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| From ears to tail, everything was on fire, just touch it!”
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| He didn't let anyone near him even with white sugar.
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| I scared my mother to death once, groaned and groaned:
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| “Oh, look, son, you will be lost, thrown off the steep fool!”
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| I only knew that you would not let me down, my good one!
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| So, darling, jump and call people,
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| Something steel hoop strongly squeezed the heart!
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| Well, your long way will be in vain,
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| Save yourself and don't forget me!
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| My heart ached in the midst of a clean field,
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| I unsaddle my wild and fast horse.
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| I will comb the golden mane with gentle combs,
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| I breathe the same air with you, my silver friend.
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| I will comb the golden mane with gentle combs,
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| I breathe the same air with you, my silver friend. |