Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Я последний спятивший менестрель.

Sings under my window again Autumn is a red-haired beast,
I go out on the threshold in a robe - she dances in bright silks.
I am not ready to receive you, Lady - for me your visit is like a disaster.
And she, laughing, walks towards me and carries the poison in her hands.

Again, in a wet and dirty raincoat, I trudge through the abyss of foreign lands,
Again, I need a little in my life - bread and a good glass of cognac.
The lute hugs me by the shoulders, I'm the last mad minstrel
And my madness goes ahead, and carries the banner in his hands.

Songs of a new simple motive I extract from the strings of the rains,
I will wear it near my heart in light halls and taverns.
I will weave the web of fairy tales, fool the souls of mortals
Hiding your magical gift in deceptively weak hands.

And so I will go forward until I am forgotten by an unearthly dream,
But I will know that I will be back soon and the separation will be easy.
But first, I will be so tired on the way that to my desired heavenly home
A sad angel of autumn roads would carry me in his arms.