Текст песни Хельга Эн-Кенти - О питании магов

Raistlin , eat at least a spoonful , please !
Free or something, I go hunting ?
After all, I ditched the deer ,
For you food to cook ,
And your whims I can not stand !

Well, at least certainly Drink herbal tea -
Maybe it will soften your stubborn temper.
You're like a ghost -
Only stick , bone, skin,
Eat you finished , barely becoming a magician !

For you excellent soup cooked Tanis
And cornered Bupu couple fatty rats.
Tas stole your candy,
Flint naryl potatoes somewhere ,
That you have not turned sour with hunger .

The magician must eat properly understand!
Eat porridge, not a curve and not moan.
If not going to eat again ,
Then mark my words ,
You would live a few days !
A dead magician in our company well, does not fit ...

Eat cutlet , rack up immediately forces.
Barbarian dining table is already covered ...
Raistlin , muttering & quot; We got ! .. & Quot ;,
Ate whatever they gave him ,
And then I asked supplements .