Текст песни Дорога Водана - Баллада О Простом Человеческом Счастье

King, an ardent warrior,
sbiraetsya hiking.
He banner warlike glory
to spearhead takes.
And be you, a friend, not nice to see,
I was not stupid loop on the neck to try.
Had it not foolish noose around his neck to try.

I stacked ballad
Or head to lay down?
Death Ctaruhu-mock
but his own serve.
It has long been fed up with venture king.
& Quot; great & quot; ideas dismissed, not for me!
& Quot; great & quot; ideas dismissed, not for me!

King - let - beyond the sea,
Ile at sea - upside down.
And to me something that in the mountain?
Miley darling house!
We are happy under the sky without battles and kings.
And all have enough bread and warms the old ale.
And all have enough bread and warms the old ale.

Bramble, oak and ash -
my witnesses!
What could be more beautiful
the parent of the earth!
I hasten to you, my friend! Only the shutters open to ...
And let love bail, fire burns in the night.
And let love bail, fire burns in the night.