Jam - Не плачь, менестрель
текст песни

Do not cry, minstrel - these tears will not forgive you
They will dissolve water on transparent handfuls
From laughter - to string to high heavenly frequencies
Do not know what the minstrel does not sing about

From booming yards to wires stretched into the nerve
Burn your hands on the soulless flame of candles
Malicious rhymach, whose hands are not vodka, then blood
Needle pupil, which he pinned a stream in the eye sockets

Wind will fly - you believe them more correctly than yourself
And to compose songs - mathematics of the smell of roses
Who is faithful to you, he certainly is not faithful to fate
But for whom is your truth seriously?

Are you silent? Better sing, because silence is a discreet product
His full hall - do not sake, do not spill for the time being
What is good now, because once you yourself chose
Be handed over to the consumption or choose game calculations

Do not cry, minstrel - you don't need these tears
And bitter salt will turn into a flying line
After all, the eye cannot be close that they were once tender
Let the guitar cry, as the heart sings at hand