Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Равны перед смертью сказитель и воин

Last proschanya- wine bowl golden Dm Am
In the silence of a circle silver cup is Dm Am
No one will come back from this battle GB
The last song today singer dopoet C A7
Fight through death is terrible, though far Dm B
The song will stand in silence F A7
When the minstrel takes his sword, Gm Dm
Lute burns in the fire B C Dm

In the battle are equal before the death of the narrator and the warrior
Hand minstrel embrace sword hilt
In glazah- doom, but pale faces calm
The war on the doorstep, but in battle they did not resist
Sings menestrel- voice is pure and high
The song rings in the sky
When the minstrel takes his sword
Lute burns in the fire

Let taught science possession of weapons
Still, the singer can not afford to become a warrior
Sword minstrel keep hard and do not need to
Even harder to kill him raise
Knights songs and long journeys
Killed in a brutal war
When the minstrel takes his sword
Lute burns in the fire

He graduated from the feast and to finish singing the last song
Iron string the last time stroking his hand
Lesion on the threshold stood waiting Gazette
And carefully lute singer puts into the fire
Clean and loudly singing the dawn horn
Torn Second String
When the minstrel takes his sword
Lute burns in the fire