Текст песни Король и Шут - Собрание

Gathered at the oak
Old friends.
The dishes rattled in the forest
Cooking is preparing.
A huge table has already been laid
A wonderful little pig is fried.
And the glorious troll carries
A good beer keg.

From ancient years, as it was customary,
Friends meet once a year.
Oh, how many of them gathered here!
Walking fabulous people.
The king is sitting across from the forester,
Forester - on the right side of the jester.
And next to the dwarves do not get bored -
They sing songs about mountains.

Stories, stories
They will tell you, tell you
Everyone who came here.
This is the law of assembly
And the Prince’s will is such!
There is no fool here
Who does not pour himself a beer!
And thundering in circles
Old friends get drunk.

And leaning on a golden cane
In the guise of all evil spirits,
There is None and None
Worth Russian
Prince Sorcerer Vasily!

My book has closed
And the forest disappeared somewhere.
But I hear the foliage rustling
And as old friends sing ...