Текст песни Король и Шут - Кузнец

In the village rushed hearing,
As if his grandfather, a blacksmith
At night they released the spirit,
Having a hammer in the face.
It is difficult to know it was him.
From the head there is nothing left!

Analyzing your furnace,
Smith followed her saw
The carapace, armor, helmet and sword,
The precious metal was.

He did not think about this - not wondered,
And his pupil stood side by side.

Know about finding my
Should not one of these men.

To the people nothing
The disciple is not told,
He strangled his blacksmith
And he dressed in armor.

Turks knight blacksmith sold,
I was very glad, money considered.

But I woke up student
In the Sultan's palace
I remembered the guy at the same moment
About scoundrels blacksmith.

Plate strong not to remove
The feeling of revenge burning heart
From the palace he flee
Only a miracle helped

Hardly anyone could
Provide at least a little,
As it was not easy
His return journey.

In the village rushed hearing,
As if his grandfather, a blacksmith
At night they released the spirit,
Having a hammer in the face.