Текст песни Spiritual Seasons - Дикий странник

Wild Wanderer
  (Trans. L.Smirnova)

Was a vagabond road
Many winters for many years.
I spent all the money
Drinking whiskey, ate bread.
But now I'm rich
Returned home
A liar, a deceiver, igrok-
Seen my inheritance.

Chorus:
Do not ask do not need
Never, never
You play these games
Do not ask friends.
Do not ask, I will not.
Never, never.
Is it just a little bit
Perhaps once or twice.

Here I went to the pub
Where was often a guest.
- You pour her to me, mistress?
- Without money, I suppose?
- Do you entertain me a penny a minute
For beautiful eyes.
- There are many people like you!
She replied.

Chorus.

My pocket rang
And flashed silver.
We mistress eyes
Lit the fire.
- I'll pour you a whiskey
A better wine.
Joked a bit
Sit by the window.

Chorus.

That's going home,
Where my father and mother.
I'll tell you that the only cards
I know how to play.
Forgive me mother
And the father will give advice.
A game in the & quot; wild wanderer & quot;
For me no more.

Chorus.