Текст песни Тэм Гринхил - Художник и менестрель

We have foretold the fate of a roadside tavern
Who is friend and who is foe Now go and make out
Who would dare to think that the path will end well
Yes, that's a blizzard outside the door and will not leave until dawn

Pour yes Drink
But for our children
For the deaf and blind
Under the protection of the crowd
For dull heat
For tame evil
Yes, for the fact that in the battle
We were lucky to die

Night burn the candles, the reality pouring wine
We stayed together in the face to look offense
How many leagues ahead now anyway
Our tale is over mediocre end

Pour yes Drink
Yes, the faith in people
For the poison of betrayal
And all the vices in a row
For murderers and liars
For transgressed creators
Yes, for the enemy
We learned in the face

We'll be back here in three thousand years
And before that deadline is unlikely to remember about us
We will leave their mark on the still hot from previous ash
Before you kill us for the expression of the eyes

Pour yes Drink
But for dead friends
For gone over the brink
And for those tired of wounds
Peace for the elect
In all mahnuvshih hand
And for them to
We went easily

However, there is no choice, but there is bad wine
And if so - should be drunk without fear of loss
We can not help the world out there, outside the window
And broken faith, we do not collect

Pour yes Drink
Yes, the collapse of ideas
For traps Fate
And for the opportunity to forget
For the insane goal
And for a night storm
And for something to come down
Artist and Minstrel