Текст песни Еренков Д. - Последний путь менестреля

I walk barefoot along the forest paths
On the roots, on the cool, between the fingers of moss ...
I'm walking uncertainly - like a blind man.
I hold on to your branch hands, my little God!

Behind the load, a languid swaying sound
Voiced lyres, minstrels of magical forests ...
And singing to me: "continue your journey!",
And singers - merge into a single stream of voices!

I'm sad
From the stellar wind, I hide my gaze
So long ago that a translucent hand ...
I was getting ready
He cleaned his heart with music to our conversation
Continued slowly
Century is another ...
Century is another ...