Текст песни Хельга эн-Кенти - Франсуа Вийон

Sing, Barfly,
King of the road and muddy streets,
Tramp, a genius, a thief, a fool,
With whom to talk easily.

Poets gathered in Blois
The whole of France at a glance,
Ballad on the color jargon -
Your mockery, Francois!

Unknown to all husbands peace
When a poet stubborn
Meet the morning with this lady,
And the night goes to the other.

The point of philosophy is simple -
That is the main task of life:
Catch the tail of his good fortune,
Kohl will turn that back.

And you are lucky, God knows,
From the bridge you have not fallen during the night,
Do not drowned in a ditch wastewater,
From thirst in the stream is not dead.

You were happier than anyone in the world,
But you were able to explain,
What is the neck for a loop,
A funeral service soul wind ...