Текст песни Филигон - Кристофер

Christopher is not a penny,
Neither the horse nor sword, nor sorrow.
Just a thousand miles behind,
Starlight and simple soul.

Old Duke angry at him,
The guards in the city is waiting with a crossbow,
But Christopher did not remember about it
And he does not want to blame anyone.

He does not believe that he had seen war,
Commanders know hardly,
And their medals
Traded on the sixth string.

On the road from March April
He sings of a long siege,
And a new green dress
From winter healed land.

If on top of the world to see,
All seem to blue-green,
If the wind from the walls scorched
Not carries no sorrow, no death.

The smoke will vanish in the sky big,
Drops of blood are like cherries ...
So, probably, looks Almighty
And I believe that all is well.

Old Duke killed in the assault,
The city fell, as usual, on Tuesday.
Thesis writes historian
Deserter nameless forgotten.

And Christopher is in the spring,
And the dawn glows in the epilogue,
Only occasionally echo alarm
Suggested as a final string.