Текст песни Король и Шут - Рецепт монаха

Once a monk appeared in the city
He turned to passers-by
I seem to know that you have a dream
For this, I descended from the mountains

Chorus:
Want to live forever
What a score
I'm yours of course
I won't multiply the number. You are all in luck ...

Bring a vat, fill with wine
And I will plant a potion there
Drink for health
And for you eternal fun will come

There in the monastery
Was faithful to me
The age-old secret
Ancient recipe
Where I am from, there is no death ...

A world forgotten small town
It has been the same for hundreds of years
Crowds of garogeans whose term has expired long ago
Scurry about like ghosts

In the morning, the descendants of their wandering bodies
In the alleys arise
By twilight, the city was deserted
Shadows freeze at the eye.

Chorus:
Want to live forever
What a score
I'm yours of course
I won't multiply the number.

There in the monastery
Was faithful to me
The age-old secret
Ancient recipe

The monk did not say the main thing then
That the essence of the soul is its own, that's the trouble
And there are no emotions
Lish memory guides them
The living dead have filled the streets.