Текст песни Сергей Уткин - Известен всем мой Господин

It is known to all my lord, and I feel free to sing
The fact that he is invincible in battle and feast
Nobody argues urchins-it, everyone knows - it is this
Equal to the number of his friends among his enemies

He eats and sleeps in the saddle horse, ignoring the heat and cold
Do not place near the fire proud and brave under the hem
When he goes into battle, it is often said:
- Who is looking for death - let die, who dared - he wins!

Chorus:
Let fools die and those who are weak hand
And the strength of my hands yet with me!
Let not my death will sing ballads minstrels,
I want to win in a fight, and die in bed.

When it was quite old and much-ETS, I can not raise the sword
Home where fiction for so many years, even taking me
And the joy of the soul will keep the baby,
Which has dragged on for old-fashioned sword