Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Я бродяга, пришедший из дальних земель

I'm a tramp who came from distant lands
Sing, my lute, sing
I'm free as the wind minstrel singer
Sing, my lute, sing
I left home and went on the road
Sing, my lute, sing
The world was looking for happiness, but have not yet found
Sing, my lute, sing
My song - the rustle of wind in the grass
Sing, my lute, sing
Birds flying high in the blue
Sing, my lute, sing
Song of the ancient trees in the distant woods
Sing, my lute, sing
And I am the light of these songs bear
Sing, my lute, sing

I live on the earth to sing
Sing, my lute, sing
Not afraid of me any trouble, nor sorrow, nor death
Sing, my lute, sing
While there is someone to listen to my song
Sing, my lute, sing
I will wander far from home
Sing, my lute, sing

Instead of cards in my sky shining star
Sing, my lute, sing
Without touching me run through the year
Sing, my lute, sing
I do not know where this will lead the way
Sing, my lute, sing
But I leave the world ever
Sing, my lute, sing

But even then subside motive
Sing, my lute, sing
I'm going down this road more than one
Sing, my lute, sing
Another minstrel come after me
Sing, my lute, sing
And I did not have time for me dopoёt
Sing, my lute, sing.