The Little Humpbacked Horse

The night will pass, and suddenly it will become clear:
I dont need someone elses care.
Im going to fly south somewhere.
In an old, clumsy plane.Moscow forests will pass by,
Podolsk factories will pass by.
Autumn, autumn! The red-haired beauty.
Yellow forests. Steel waters.My random companions
They will sleep or read newspapers.
The sweet chill of the wind jet,
Golden clouds of dawn... a light haze, dry mist,
There are a lot of thin paths.
Without end, without edge
The Russian sloping plain.How many people walk along it,
How many drive in night-time trucks,
After how many non-refundable days
They flew by in the heavy trampling of horses
Three-inch native guns! How much blood, how many frozen tears
You took it for yourself, my joy,
All in the misty glow of birches,
In the red-brown skin of a fall of leaves! How many pipes, hangars, buildings
It has risen from the depths of your mighty,
You stand proudly in the ring of forests,
Ten dark blue belts
Steep clouds are flowing over you.You fed me without stint.,
I gave her mothers milk.,
Song gave me a horse. —
The hunchback gave me a horse.Well, I live with a horse like that.
We have been friends for many years.
He bursts with sparks and fire,
flaps his ears with fabulous ones.Little hunchback, youre small.,
The northern Russian breed.
You didnt betray me, darling.,
I didnt sell you out to anyone either.