Текст песни Тэм - Менестрель в трактире

What do you want in a restaurant that,
Minstrel, answer.
Mugs knocking and ringing coin.
About to sing tears?
Boyko swinging languages ​​-
What sorrow for them.
So why on hand
Again crying steel?

Bust silver creek between his fingers,
And your song is almost nothing.
Inaudible wave, noiseless wings
He sneaked into the night in an unlocked house ...

On the table of cups closely,
Carousing hops.
Hey, us gay song
Sing on, minstrel!
Voice fade fingers tremble,
Breaking off a chord
Song happily metnet
Under a high arch.

Pour a cup of minstrel,
I'll be playing and sing,
I drink wine, but not of hops -
The less drunk than I drink more!

But again the sad melody,
And his eyes are sad,
The ringing of tin mugs
Strings can not be heard.
So why did his soul
Before them vomit!
Who wants to listen to you,
If you do not understand ...

Go back to the road,
Hear, minstrel,
Ease your anxiety
Stellar storm.
Here you no longer holds
Nothing, believe me,
But the road is waiting, as before,
And it opens the door ...