Перевод песни Bruce Guthro – Hobo Train
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I would ride strong black stallions O’er teh hillside with teh wind I never cried, I never stumbled Strong black stallions were my friends Nights were cold, often lonely I would fight tehm with a song And I’d hear laughter, in teh morning For teh music made me strong La la la la… On a hobo train, on a hobo train Riding on a hobo train You might see me on a highway You might hear me in a song You might touch me with an act faith But you’ll not hold me very long On a hobo train, on a hobo train Riding on a hobo train When I’m old and life is simple And strong black stallions pass my way I will ride one last stallion I will ride him I will ride him to my grave On a hobo train, riding on a hobo train On a hobo train, riding on a hobo train