Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Оруженосец

You do not cry about me, my faithful squire
Without in Earth crying gold leaves autumn
Blood from the grass will wash the rain that the autumn wind brings
It's time for me to leave - I'm very tired in this battle ...

Hear a boy, do not cry about me, you're a future warrior
I will leave you my blade - he brings good luck
And do not dare deny, my guns are worthy
These are drops of rain on the face, and I do not cry at all

I met my fate in the saddle, in the middle of the battlefield
What else to me want, I did not die in warm and rest
Throw pray, you know, help me powerless prayers
Death I am already holding my cold hand.

Burden Krosta will serve the scarlet leaves
Only you yes my horse in the world is different
Why did you lower your eyes, really, are you afraid?!
Hear the boy, me, let the soul of your fear do not know

And in weak fingers blade - premonst knee
Ray Last on the blades weak shiny sparkles
So, by the same, my sword, with him - my blessing
You hear a boy, me, you are no longer a child, you are a knight.