Текст песни Берегост - Джон Ячменное Зерно

JOHN BARLEYCORN

He angered the three kings,
And it was decided
John will die forever
Barley Grain.

They told me to dig it with a plow
The grave of the kings
So that glorious John, dashing fighter,
Didn't come out of the ground.

The hillside is covered with grass
The streams are full of water
And John comes out of the ground
Barley Grain.

Still stubborn and stubborn
From the hillock in the summer heat
He threatens his enemies with spears,
Shaking his head.

But autumn is coming sober.
And, heavily loaded,
Went down under the burden of worries
Old John bent over.

It's time to die -
Winter is not far off.
And then the enemies again
They took up the old man.

He was knocked down by a hunchback knife
With one blow from my feet
And, like a tramp to the right,
They are taking him to the current.

They began to bludgeon John
Villains in the morning.
Then, throwing it up,
Spun in the wind.

He was immersed in a well,
To the gloomy bottom.
But John does not drown in water either
Barley Grain.

Not sparing his bones,
Threw them into the fire
And the heart is a miller between the stones
Ruthlessly rubbed.

His blood rages in the cauldron,
It boils under the hoop
Boils in mugs on the table
And cheers souls.

No wonder the late John was
Well done during life, -
He raises courage
From the bottom of human hearts.

He drives out of my head
A boring swarm of worries.
A widow's heart over a mug
Sings with joy ...

So let it be until the end of time
The bottom does not dry out
In the keg where John is bubbling
Barley Grain!