Текст песни Jam - Менестрель

She went on the road Menestrel,
Behind him a dozen troubles
And he sang everything, leaving deeds,
As if there is no grief.

Through the rain and dust, not sickling,
With a guitar behind his back
He could not live anywhere
And leaving the moon.

He called the brothers with the brothers,
His shoulder wind-horse,
Nobody waited for him anywhere
Did not linger the fire.

When I missed him,
He smiled at her:
"Well, you need, the wind caught up -
Well, sit down and drink! ".

His trouble he dug
Before the scratchiks in the eyes
And the same as it was,
Gone, without waiting.

Behind him and the death of the hand of a horse,
But fell under her horse,
When it is ringing strings,
I dug about her love.

So alive, like this,
On the road day after day,
He walked, loved the stars sang -
Do not forget about him!