Текст песни Drolls - Ja Nuns Hons Pris

Since the speech prisoner head
not characteristic, as well as the speech of those who are ailing,
Let the song of consoling join in the conversation.
Friends, do not shlyuschim foreclosures, shame!
I because of those who are on the gifts will not soon,
be two winters in captivity.

Let everyone know the lord in England,
in Anjou, in Gascony, in a word, my whole yard,
I failsafe their lender
that I would have unlocked the prison Constipation
and the poor was, I would say they do not reproach -
and I am still in captivity.

Do prisoners and the dead from time immemorial
you know, no friend, no relatives.
I cast. Zlata and srebro no, no,
everyone is waiting for. But there are - even sorry
I have them - accused them alone,
stake I will die in captivity.

The lord is my plunged the country into strife akin
what discord in the soul. Between us bickering
should not be on the words of the oath they
both the ones given in days.
But soon I'll break away from the trap,
not age me to be in captivity.

Sister Countess! God gave you everything
gifts so be merciful to its glory,
I have no way of captivity.