Текст песни Король и Шут - Собрание

Gathered at the Oak
Old friends.
Thunder in the wood ware,
Preparing concoction.
Already covered with a huge table,
Lovely roast suckling pig.
And a nice troll bears
Soundly Pivtsov barrel.

From ancient years, as happened,
Friends meet once a year.
Oh, how many of them gathered here!
Walk fabulous people.
The king sits in front of the forester,
Forester - on the right shoulder of the jester.
And next to the dwarves do not miss -
About the mountains sing songs.

Stories, stories
Tell, tell you,
Everyone who came here.
That is the law meeting
And this is the will of the Prince!
Here there is not a fool,
Who would not pour yourself a beer!
And rattling circles,
Drunk old friends.

And, leaning on a cane Zlata,
In the guise of all evil forces,
No one is worth and no,
Should Russia
Prince Vasily sorcerer!

Closed book for me,
And the forest was lost somewhere.
But I hear the rustling of leaves,
And sing old friends ...