Текст песни Наталья Колесниченко - Антисредневековая

and where did you get that I dream of a prince?
even if it was, then a very long time ago and not true,
I'm so good and for both sexes of the kingdom I don't need
among them you cannot find normal people with fire during the day

these princes are dreadful womanizers, dumbass snobs
and they have nothing to boast of except their ancestors and castles
and the supply of compliments ends on the very first evening
yab from such happiness ran away with the first beggar

and where did you get that I'm crying for a knight
so give him a wave from the tower, and then fifteen years
at the same window, embroidering with a cross, wait
remembering a flaming look, kisses and arba

and when my aged hero rides back
then start listening to tales of high-profile battles
and with some longing to avoid your reflection
all trying to understand, well, what does it have to do with poor Arabs

and what do I need their bloodthirsty gods
and why do I need their unlucky verses
if you can easily find blue-eyed and higher
and not a prince or a hero, but just a man

accompany him in the morning, and wait on the doorstep in the evening
and raise his son and maybe even a daughter
and to forgive all possible antics and troubles and to love him so for no special reason