Текст песни Екатерина Ачилова - Чародей

cycle "Tristan and Isolde"
Sorcerer

The willow will bloom in the spring,
A fairy tale will begin in the old house.
With every word and every nerve
I reach for your affection.
May the ray of the sun keep you
May your day be happy, donna!
The fairy tale glows and laughs
In an old house, in an old house.

I am a servant, still poor
I am a jack, still beaten.
A faithful crossbow on the shoulder,
But the goal is hidden for him,
But I'm not into the beast with an arrow to a sword,
I will not shoot a bird from the sky -
I blow out the candles with an arrow
Either I was near, or I was not.

No, I'm not a knight or a robber
I am not a jester and not a ruler
I am not a courtier and not a warrior,
It's just time to say goodbye.
Do you hear, my voice shines dimly,
You see, the look whispers vaguely.
My witchcraft art
Disappear, disappear in vain!

The paths of your dreams are so simple
I'm breaking my arrows.
Outside the window, a gray poplar
Waving, waving a white wing.
He is with you, like a brother, affectionate,
So he pulls the branches towards you ...
That's why fairy tales live
That's why the willows bloom.