Milan Nalimov - Manes Are Flowing

See why step where the sky is blue
A herd is racing, it warms my heart anew
The wind is lisping, the sun shines from behind
The horses run, so free and so refined
Mains are flowing, hooves are, songs of the wind in my heart resounding
The distance calls, the journey's long, my hopes, my friend, my guiding song
Black hole gleams a white star on its brow
A deep gaze holds the fate somehow