White Horse (BG)
White horse on the grass
Far has gone away into the field
At home a harness is all in silver
But she needs only liberty.
Stableman in worry on his feet – well, what's with you?
The whole day he calls, writes
And she shakes her mane
As if she doesn't hear.
Solid ground, a long way
From a fire into flame
Many who wanted bring her back
Not one didn't know the name.
White horse on the grass
Far has gone away into the field
At home a harness is all in silver
But she needs only liberty.
Stableman in worry on his feet – well, what's with you?
The whole day he calls, writes
And she shakes her mane
As if she doesn't hear.
Solid ground, a long way
From a fire into flame
Many who wanted bring her back
Not one didn't know the name.