Тэм Гринхилл - Пой, моя лютня...
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I am a tramp who came from long-range lands
Sing, my lute, sing
I am free as the wind singer Mestrel
Sing, my lute, sing
I left my house and went on the road
Sing, my lute, sing
In the world of happiness I was looking for, but I have not found
Sing, my lute, sing
My songs - the rustle of the wind in the grass
Sing, my lute, sing
Birds fly high in blue
Sing, my lute, sing
The song of ancient trees in a distant forest
Sing, my lute, sing
And I carry these songs in the light
Sing, my lute, sing

I live on earth in order to sing
Sing, my lute, sing
I'm not afraid of any trouble, nor grief, nor death
Sing, my lute, sing
While there will be someone to listen to my songs
Sing, my lute, sing
I will wander away from home away
Sing, my lute, sing

Instead of a card, the star shines in the sky
Sing, my lute, sing
Do not touch me, run
Sing, my lute, sing
I do not know where this path will lead
Sing, my lute, sing
But I will leave the world someday
Sing, my lute, sing

But even then the motive will not sink
Sing, my lute, sing
I'm not alone on this road
Sing, my lute, sing
Another Mestrel will come after me
Sing, my lute, sing
And that I did not have time, I will learn for me
Sing, my lute, sing.