Henry Lion Oldie, Олег Ладыженский feat. Сергей Кондратьев - Вольница
текст песни

In that land where the tyrant is —
To sing songs,
In that paradise where the executioner is —
To endure pain,
In that land where salt is sweet,
In that hell,
Where they heat the frying pan, —
I will perish.

In that land where the tyrants are,
In that paradise where the executioners are,
In that land where salt is not salt,
There is no wind for the sails!

In that corner where the spiders are
In lace,
At the ball where the fools
Whistle a waltz,
On their own, on nine,
On the circles,
I will command the candle: "Shine!" —
And run.

In that corner where the spiders are,
At the ball where the fools are,
On the circles, on the turns,
There is no sheath for the knife!

In those places where fear is revealed
In the flesh,
At the crossroads, in the winds,
On the way,
Where the fire of resin flows
Along the knife,
Even if you put me in shackles -
I'm leaving.

In those places where fear is revealed,
At the dissolute winds,
Where the resin is hot,
There is no life for me in shackles!

Let the dogs follow in my tracks -
I'll bite you to death.
Throw a squirrel into the wheel -
I'll take you away,
I'll let the wheel go down the mountain -
Run faster!
You are mighty, you are cunning,
I am more cunning.

Let the dogs follow in my tracks,
Throw a squirrel into the wheel -
I'll stretch the skin of a dog
And onto the rim of the wheel!

Not a fighter, not a sorcerer,
Not a hero,
The last of men,
Under the mountain
I'll catch my breath, take a sip of wine:
""Good!"" Remember, don't remember,

I'm leaving!

Not a fighter, not a sorcerer,
The last of men,
Under the mountain I'll take a sip of wine -
I'm leaving, guys, to..!