Текст песни Rowan - Хорошо в средневековье

Good in the Middle Ages,
The sun spits on all the dope
Rain dripping on the hunt
Not nature - but a gift,
Feel free to drink from every river,
Cut yourself around the world
And when the time comes
Die somewhere in the ditch
Not fate, but direct grace.

If you are a villein,
Know-dig the damp earth
Eat vegetables and swede,
Once a week, click on Mass.
Natural economy:
Horses neigh at the hitching post,
The pigs grunt in the manure -
Gobbing a hoof in a patch! -
And again sheer grace.

If you become a knight
This is also not great.
Knight - he’s a serious man,
He has a sword and armor.
He is crawling around the world
On a shabby horse
And when he meets another -
Grunting his helmet with his sword -
And again sheer grace.

If you will be a monk
Good to be a Franciscan
Because the Franciscans
They wear cassocks with a hood.
The hood is cool
There’s almost no caplet under it,
And from under it is convenient
Intrigue all kinds of reptiles.

True, there are such people
What the monks don’t favor,
But this is not a problem -
Gnawing at them with rosaries in their faces -
And again sheer grace.
Good in the Middle Ages,
Only one thing is not perfect there:

Not a plague, and not cholera,
Not unsanitary
Not an excess of parasites,
Not a lack of internet
Not the Crusades
Not a church showdown
And throughout the Middle Ages
No toilet paper.
The rest, in general, does not care.

© Tikki Schellen