Текст песни Джем - Не плачь, менестрель

Do not cry, minstrel, - these tears will not forgive you
They dissolve with water on transparent horses
From laughter - to the string, up to high celestial frequencies
Do not know what Messenter does not sing about

From the heater courtyards to the wires stretched into the nerve
Hands your hands about the soulless flame candles
Echided rhymes, in whose hands that not vodka - then blood
Needle pupil that piled in the eye

Winds fly - you believe them raver than ourselves
And Songs to send - math smell of roses
Who is faithful to you, it is certainly not true to fate
But for whom your truth happens seriously?

Silent? Better sing, because silence is a nonsense product
His full hall is not to leave, do not swallow
What kind of prose now, because once you chose
Be sent to consumption or choose the calculations of the game

Do not cry, minstrel, - you don't need these tears
A bitter salt will turn the flying line
After all, the eye does not close, which was once gentle
Let the guitar cry, like a heart sings at hand