The clouds are white-maned horses.
A song from the old children's cartoon 'Little Raccoon' in a rock arrangement.
Past the white apple of the Moon
Past the red apple of the sunset
Clouds from an unknown land
They hurry to us and again run somewhere.
Clouds are white-maned horses!
Clouds - why are you rushing without looking back?
Please don't look down on you
And ride us across the sky, clouds!
We will rush to the transcendental distance
Past the sleep stars in the sky
A star will silently descend to us,
And the chamomile will remain in the palm of your hand!
Clouds are white-maned horses!
Clouds - why are you rushing without looking back?
Please don't look down on you
And ride us across the sky, clouds!
Please don't look down on you
And ride us across the sky, clouds!