Текст песни Мельница - Песня о вольных стрелках

If the prowl for thy
Unruly head
To loop thin neck
Make a thin -
No safe haven:
Tailor the forest - not perish,
If you sold someone
With guts for nothing!

The poor and the poor guy,
Despising Life servants
And homeless vagrants,
Who has some debts -
Anyone who has driven, restless,
In the free run forest -
Because the boss here -
Goodfellow Robin Hood!

Here to understand syllable,
Do not fear the sharp words,
Here with red carpet treatment
Tear-Daredevil.
And hide before the deadline
Even the Knights in the woods:
Who is without fear and reproach -
That is not always in the money!

They know all the deer trails
Like a line of hand
In the past - the servants and slaves,
Today - Freelancer.
Here, the one who loses everything,
Protection and will save:
On forest land walks
Goodfellow Robin Hood!

And live happily ever after
Anyone contrary to the prohibitions
And did not lose heart
These sharpshooters, -
Sleeping, hiding the stars,
Moss placing the ribs -
And no matter how cold was -
Alive and glorious, if alive!

But sigh of separation -
Somewhere in the house, and a tuft of earth -
Yes stroke bows
That battle did not disappoint -
And the shooters will not find better! ..
What tomorrow, where they are waiting -
He will say the world's first archer
Goodfellow Robin Hood!