When I was listening to the song, I thought that the song reminded me ot some story I learned at some point in school. So I actually found the poem horses in the ocean by Boris Slutsky.
I was wondering is it just me or is the song really similar to the poem?


Here is the original poem:

Лошади умеют плавать,
Но - не хорошо. Недалеко.

"Глория" - по-русски - значит "Слава",-
Это вам запомнится легко.

Шёл корабль, своим названьем гордый,
Океан стараясь превозмочь.

В трюме, добрыми мотая мордами,
Тыща лощадей топталась день и ночь.

Тыща лошадей! Подков четыре тыщи!
Счастья все ж они не принесли.

Мина кораблю пробила днище
Далеко-далёко от земли.

Люди сели в лодки, в шлюпки влезли.
Лошади поплыли просто так.

Что ж им было делать, бедным, если
Нету мест на лодках и плотах?

Плыл по океану рыжий остров.
В море в синем остров плыл гнедой.

И сперва казалось - плавать просто,
Океан казался им рекой.

Но не видно у реки той края,
На исходе лошадиных сил

Вдруг заржали кони, возражая
Тем, кто в океане их топил.

Кони шли на дно и ржали, ржали,
Все на дно покуда не пошли.

Вот и всё. А всё-таки мне жаль их -
Рыжих, не увидевших земли.


And here is my own translations for those who don't speak Russian:

HORSES IN THE SEA

Horses can swim,
But not very well. Not far.

"Gloria" in Russian means Glory,
You're going to remember this easily.

The ship, proud of its own name,
tried to overcome the ocean.

In the hold, shaking their kind smouts,
A thousand horses trempled night and day.

Thausand horses! Four thausand horseshoes!
But they didn't bring them any luck.

A mine broke through the bottom
far away from land.

The people sat down in the life boats.
The horses swam just like that.

What were they supposed to do, if
There was no space on the life boats?

There was an chestnut island swiming in the ocean.
In the blue sea there was an bay island.

At first swiming seemed so easy.
The ocean seemed to be a river.

But there was no border to the river,
At the end of horse power

the horses suddenly began to neigh, objecting
those, who were drowning them in the ocean.

The horses drowned and neight and neight,
until they reached the bottom.

That's it. But still, I am sorry for them,
chestnut horses that never saw land.