Текст песни Марко Поло - Менестрели

Do you remember the trumpets sang loudly?
From squares and from tower walls
We looked at the minstrels -
Singers of freedom and change.
We looked at the minstrels -
Singers of freedom and change.

And the strings touched painfully
And they unwittingly ignited faith,
That they were not so firmly sitting
On the throne are cruel kings
That they were not so firmly sitting
On the throne are cruel kings.

That freedom is given to all of us
From birth to gray hair,
And as long as the heart beats
Everyone is his own master.
And as long as the heart beats
Everyone is his own master.

But the minstrels left
And under the yoke of troubles and worries,
Forgetting righteous anger
The people live without daring to murmur.
Forgetting righteous anger
The people live without daring to murmur.

And one day the message is distributed
From the dungeons of the royal prison
What, alas, is no longer sung
To those whom we believed sacredly,
What, alas, is no longer sung
Those whom we believed sacredly.

And then, tired of humility,
Throwing away your shackles
New minstrels have risen
Of those with whom we secretly whispered,
New minstrels have risen
AND WE SUN TOGETHER WITH THEM.