Текст песни Йера - Последняя баллада менестреля

You gave me a cup with wine,
And I knew that in the fault of the poison,
You have long been
My life opposed.

Yes, I drank wine to the bottom,
Litua took his own, as in a dream.
And I know only one
In life, the song remained me.

I will not read morality,
After all, she is not a killer.
Maybe I'm getting to heaven,
Only, sorry, not on time

And the hand is familiar to the strings.
You will try, and I will sing.
And the words float like the river,
Picking my soul.

I sing from the last strength
My life will contact dust.
Did not ask anything from fate
And before the death of unknown fear.

You do not want to say a word.
At the door of the death traces.
I close my eyes
So that you closed them not.