Лошадь белая [Loshad' belaya] [English translation]

Once a white horse went far away

On the morning grass in fields.

Silver harness's left home to stay,

But the horse needs just freedom.

Her groom's off his legs: what's up with you?

He makes calls all day, puffing.

But she shakes her mane without clue,

As if she can hear nothing.

Just the solid ground and the long way:

Path from smoke into smother.

Many wished they could bring back the stray,

But her name was known to no one.