Текст песни Эдуард Колмановский - Юный рыцарь

If you dig in the chronicles
Is there a sad story,
There Lived a young knight,
It was in the campaigns he has repeatedly,
On beautiful saratsinok
The young knight did not look,
He was shy like a monk,
And under the shell lost weight,
And under the shell lost weight.

Do not remove the steel armor
He neither night nor day,
But hanging the armor,
As on the rack on it,
He was brave in battle,
But he did not die by the sword,
A melted, frankly,
As the flame candle,
As from the candle flame.

He was buried in the desert
It is the sound of copper pipes,
As we know from the chronicles
Was the Knight Monogamous,
Ancient chronicles heed
We are in the blood of excitement,
Because we understand,
What he was burned by love,
What he was burned by love.