Текст песни Eire - Сирень, шиповник и бересклет

My emperor is in love with a girl
With eyes in pure heavenly color.
He warmed me like a puppy / kitten ...
Leaving traces of boots on the tract,

For myself - a lute, a bracelet and songs,
I settled in his palace
And I was paid for singing - with flattery.
With a bright smile on that face

What is drawn clumsily
But he does not allow himself to be forgotten.
Love suddenly burned in me
I averted my eyes, grieving.

And the name froze on my lips
When the silence screamed "No!"
Stood in an old plain jug
Lilac, rosehip and euonymus ...

Merged in that name "power" and "glory",
As a reflection of his fate.
Oak grove rustles with autumn foliage.
Like leaves, I gave up pleading.

And I'm free now like the wind
I wander along the road, singing under my breath.
I am only responsible for myself,
No more pain and bitter tears.

And behind the back there was a castle
Painfully fabulous beauty.
There, in the most inconspicuous of the rooms -
My dried flowers.