Song: Red horse

At dawn, early morning at dawn,
Across the river on the grass
Walking the red horse
The red horse walks.
Bright sun-drenched,
Waving his Golden mane
My childhood, the red horse.
And in the meadows, so the ringing in the meadows of dew
Touch.
In the wind, raging in the wind
Red horse proudly.
On the ground hoof beats,
The silence from the river drinking
My childhood, the red horse.