Текст песни Каперусита роха - Белый дракон

WHITE DRAGON

Where the old lime tree and the young maple
Quietly whispering among themselves,
Dozed off briefly White Dragon
And mighty wings folded behind his back.

Wait, do not wake him up -
Let slumbers little young dragon.
Good sword not yet sunk into granite,
And while the British throne is not empty.

Let him blackbird sings a lullaby,
Let the dragon dreams of a wonderful dream,
As in the distant castle boy grows,
And do not even know why he was born.

But Britain will fall on a heavy mist,
Sweet Honey will become a corrosive salt,
Wept in London the bell ...
This means - British king died.

The Sword in the block of granite as though rooted -
Only the king can it derive therefrom.
The boy grew up in a distant castle -
This boy will pull the sword from the stone.

And then I wake up the White Dragon,
Vzmoet, wings spreading to the stars ...
In the meantime, he sees a wonderful dream,
And sings over it, bursting, blackbird ...