Текст песни Рэнни - Пой менестрель

And they will burn torches
In the underground galleries,
But they are wrong dim light
It can not cope with the darkness ...
Sing, minstrel, your destiny
The short term is metered -
Until then, until the night
Do not meet with the dawn.

In that hopeless battle you
It was on a par with everyone,
And all carried with them death -
Swords and rain of arrows ...
But it turned out - friends are dead,
And you're just a prisoner.
And only the night is given to you
For all that is not dopel.

So sing - about sunny days,
About morning dew,
About whisper gentle rain,
About the chirping of birds in the gardens.
About stars and sing about eyes,
Lovely as the stars.
Sing, because you do not see them
From now on, never!

Ringing springs and bitter herbs
Woven into their tunes,
And dancing victories
And the defeat of pain ...
Glittering tears
At the young queen,
And Gloom, gloomier
Becomes King.

And he exclaims: & quot; Enchantment evil! & Quot ;.
Not daring to listen to the share,
And crossbow bolt
Suddenly, tear off a song ...
And curse yourself arrows
Alien submission to the will.
The ringing of the string as a bitter moan
Under the arches of the freeze.