Текст песни Калина и гр. Травень - Король Артур

Half a century of bad luck,
And groans crowded the larynx -
Fire burns Saxon
My long-suffering Britain.
Half a century of sharp sword repeats
Freedom songs in discord,
And in the hands of the string buzzes
Strained right.

I would find a hero ...
Calling Freedom, if you're not a coward.
For once an unequal battle
Try it and you will enter into the taste.
Let the rain water drops
As if discourage fraction
Do not be afraid of the sky nudity,
After rain easily washes away the blood.

I would find strategist -
Stronger than six thousand dozen were.
And he would have been one of those,
Who would not be seduced praise.
The Lord would give his wife
Red-haired on the table,
What is the first time could not resist
Beautiful young king.

He brought the desired peace,
Purple heather blossom again.
Now throw a banquet
His starving people.
Still a lot of glorious deeds
He is to then,
But with each equally be able to
For this celebratory table.

Whom composed songs
Grandiloquent troubadour,
filling podnebes
Bravado string overtures?
And someone on the head
Stubborn each Excalibur?
Crowned with glory age-old
You were il not, King Arthur?