Текст песни Крыс и Шмендра - Менестрель

My brother, minstrel
It's time, the sun rose
From the courtyard leaves winter
snow melted

And the way we have been waiting for -
Light the road at dawn
Goodbye, endless winter,
Wish us a tailwind!

My brother, minstrel,
So scared to break away from the soil
But if not now - will be too late,
I know exactly.

Do you hear the song of the stream
Similar to the ringing of your strings,
Do you hear the wind in your soul
It looks like the wind this crazy spring

My brother, this pain -
The price paid for the freedom of the mountaineer.
My brother, our songs
Will the Sun ...

How many times has our souls
Spit, and poems will burn
But if at least someone will get better,
So worth it