Текст песни Хельга эн-Кенти - О питании магов

Raistlin, eat at least a spoonful, please!
Free or something, I go hunting?
After all, I ditched the reindeer,
food to cook for you,
And your whims I can not stand!

Well, at least so ispey decoction of herbs -
Maybe it will soften your stubborn temper.
You're a ghost-like -
Only the staff, bones, skin,
Guzzle finished you barely become a magician!

For you excellent soup cooked Tanis,
And cornered Bupu couple fatty rats.
Tas stole your candy,
Flint naryl potatoes somewhere,
That you have not turned sour with hunger.

The magician has to eat properly, you must understand!
Eat porridge without curves and moans.
Koli are not going to eat again,
That mark my word,
Live you left a few days!
A dead magician in our company well, does not fit ...

Eat cutlet, rack up immediately forces.
Barbarian has a dining table covered ...
Raistlin, muttering "Enough! .."
I ate whatever they gave him,
And then I asked additives.