Текст песни Евгений Поляруш - Менестрель

I would expire my shoes
Wandering on the roads gray mestrel
would not know fire and warm bed
and friend's hands, a true hand

and a thousand suns burned me
and seven starpads swung insomperably
and I would love, if I hiking equestrian
Flusted notes of a blooming day

I could go to the golden edges
where the dragons fluff and flies
Where is the prowess and honor and other laws
In order of things. Only this is not me.

After all, I am a mandarine south sysadmin
where there are mountains and steppes around
I live in this god forgotten district
where is the mass of goats and trade to shmot

and it is better to go to the monks-arhat
and become something less than everyone else
and I will immediately become spiritually rich
But the main thing is not to mentally ill