Текст песни Фольк-рок исп. Шедда - Баллада о Фулльском короле

Lived in Fula King; to grave
One he was faithful to the soul;
He, dying, handed
Favorite Cup Child.

And he became a cherished cup
More than just since then;
He drank - and a slightly noticeable
The medium of the feast disigns.

And distributed the king before the death
All cities heirs;
But the Cup is only a Cup one -
I left forever.

Marine trees rumbled
Under the tower, raging at the rocks;
Between the knights, in the Dedovsky hall,
Saying good, the king drank.

Fill foaming foam
He drank his cup to the bottom
And threw the Cup of the Sacred
There, where the wave was noisy.

He saw the Cup, wave
Picked up, shoved and disappeared;
And the eyes were covered with dirty -
And he stopped drinking.

(I.V. Goethe Per. Kholkovsky)