Текст песни Тэм Гринхил - Последний пир

Last feast

Last feast is not yet defeated ...
I stay the night, and tomorrow is gone.
Pivot - Black cup doomed,
And ahead of the last waiting for dawn ...
Yet swords concealed in a sheath,
And yet death is not looking them in the eye,
But they can not be saved from death -
Because he could not leave them to order ...

Last farewell cup - wine is golden.
In the silence of a circle is a silver cup.
No one will come back from this battle.
The last song today dopoet singer ...

Fight through death is terrible, albeit far.
The song will stand in silence ...
When the minstrel takes his sword,
Lute burns in the fire.

In the battle are equal before the death of the narrator and the warrior.
Hand minstrel embrace sword handle ...
In the eyes of - doom, but pale faces calm:
The war on the doorstep, but in battle they do not resist ...

Singing minstrel - voice clear and high,
The song rings in the sky.
When the minstrel takes his sword,
Lute burns in the fire.

Let taught science possession of weapons -
Yet the singer can not afford to become a warrior:
minstrel Sword to keep hard and do not need to ...
More difficult to kill his raise.

Knights songs and long journeys
Perish in the cruel war!
When the minstrel takes his sword,
Lute burns in the fire.

He graduated from the feast, and to finish singing the last song.
Iron string the last time stroking his hand ...
It's time - on the threshold stood waiting for the messenger.
And carefully lute singer down the flames ...

Clean and loudly sings the dawn horn
Torn Second String.
When the minstrel takes his sword,
Lute burns in the fire ...