Текст песни Мельница - Лорд Рэндал

“That was so late, Lord Randal, my son,
What was so late, oh, my paladin?
- I hunted, mother, bed is a bed,
I am tired on the hunt and will fall asleep tightly.

Well, where did you dine the Lord Randal my son
Well, where did you have lunch about my paladin
My beloved bed has a bed
I'm tired on the hunt and will fall asleep tightly

What did you eat at lunch Lord Randal my son
What did you eat at dinner about my paladin
Ate boiled acne of bed to me bed
I'm tired on the hunt and will fall asleep tightly

And whether the Lord Randal my son gave the dogs
Did he give the dogs about my paladin
Yes, they died down bed my bed
I'm tired on the hunt and will fall asleep tightly

I'm afraid you are poisoned by Lord Randal My Son
I'm afraid you are poisoned about my paladin
Yes, I am poisoned by the mother of the bed.
I'm tired on the hunt and will fall asleep tightly