Текст песни Канцлер Ги - Песенка первого менестреля

I love the breath of beautiful spring
And the smell of flowers and trees.
I love to listen in the midst of forest silence
Feathered consonant melody
In the shade of green branches.
I love the white row of tents
There spears and helmets are burning in the sun,
The neighing of the horses spreads.
Crusader hearts under the weight of armor
They fight tirelessly and burn in battle.

I love the messengers of the inevitable war,
Oh, how my eyes are merry!
The flocks with the shepherds are fleeing, swept away,
And the trumpet chorus resounds
Under the stomp of heavy horses.
They will direct their friendly pressure to the castle,
And the towers are crumbling, and the walls are cracking,
And here in the vast fields
A brooding row of lonely graves -
The wildflowers burn above them ...

I love like vassals, full of courage,
Will converge with each other at close range,
Their shields are broken, their swords are red,
And rushes to the free space
A herd of wild horses.
A hero will die, who will be conceived as a hero -
Oh, how my spirit and my mind rejoice!
Let in the clink of shields and swords
All shields will be stained with glorious blood -
No one will step back before the enemy.