Текст песни Калина и гр. Травень - Король Артур

Half a century of bad luck
And moans filled the larynx -
Saxon fire burns
My long-suffering Britain.
For half a century the sharp sword repeats
Freedom of song in discord
And the bowstring in his hands is buzzing
Stretched rightness.

There would be a hero ...
Calls Freedom, if you are not a coward.
For once an unequal battle
Try it and you will get a taste.
Let the rainwater drops
As if they are beating off a fraction
Don't be afraid of the sky of nakedness
After all, the rain easily washes away the blood.

There would be a strategist -
Stronger than six thousand were a dozen.
And he would be one of those
Who would not be seduced by praise.
The Lord would give a wife
Red-haired for so much
That I couldn't resist the first time
Handsome young king.

Brought the desired peace
The purple heather will bloom again.
Now will throw a feast
His hungry people.
Many more glorious deeds
The hero will come later
But he knew how to be equal with everyone
At this festive table.

About whom he composes a song
Eloquent troubadour
By filling the skies
The bravado of string overtures?
And who is above your head
Stubborn friend of Excalibur?
Crowned with centuries-old glory
Were you or not, King Arthur?