Я знаю, где-то есть земля, Где ждут нас...

I know there is land somewhere
Where the dead horses are waiting for us.
There are always green fields
And there are no clouds in the sky.

Probably everyone is waiting there
The horse of the innermost dream -
Someone - a humble Firefly,
Someone is a thoroughbred Wanted.

There old horsemen all again
These horses gallop.
Here is the bell and Petrov,
Here is Uncle Yasha on the Budget.

Ah, if there is paradise in the world,
That there is spring, grass and will.
Yes, equestrian, my brother, equestrian, know:
Dead horses are waiting for us there.
I. Khienkina