тэм - Менестрель в трактире
текст песни

What are you in the tavern,
Menstrel, answer.
Mugs knock and ringing coin.
Is there about tears to sing?
Boyko tremble with tongues -
What is sad for them.
So why at hand
Steel cries again?

Silver overkill between the fingers with a stream,
And your song is almost nothing.
Inaudible wave, silent wing
The night crept into an unlocked house ...

On the table from the mugs is crowded,
The hops walked around.
Hey, funny song for us
Sing, minstrel!
The voice will fall silent, the fingers are trembling,
Having cut off the chord,
The song is joyful
Under a high arch.

Pour the Menstrel bowl,
I will play and sing to you
I drink wine, but I do not hops -
The less drunk, the more I drink!

But again, the singing is sad,
And the eyes are sad
In the ringing of bonds
The strings are not heard.
So why is your soul
To tear in front of them!
Who wants to listen to you
If you don't understand ...

Go back on the road again
You hear, minstrel,
It will easier your anxiety
Star snowstorm.
It doesn't hold you here anymore
Nothing, believe me
But the road awaits as before
And the door is open ...