Текст песни Берегост - Джон Ячменное Зерно

JOHN BARLEYCORN

Three kings angry he,
And it was decided
John will die forever
Barley grain.

We ordered to dig dry
The grave of the kings
So that nice john, fighter dashing,
Not out of the ground.

The grass was covered with a mountain slope,
In the streams of water is full,
And John comes out of the ground
Barley grain.

All the same bueen and stubborn
From the hill in the summer
He threatens with spears enemies,
Sharing head.

But the autumn sober goes.
And, hard is loaded,
Double under the burden of worries,
Bent the old John.

It's time to remove -
Winter is not far away.
And then the enemies again
Took the old man.

His dumped humpback knife
One blow from the legs
And, like a strollery on the root,
Carry it to the current.

Dube John began
Villains in the morning.
Then throwing up
Circled in the wind.

He was immersed in the well
On the gloomy bottom.
But in the water is not sinking John
Barley grain.

Without taking his bones,
Threw them into the fire,
And the heart is miller between the stones
Raster mercilessly.

Blowing his blood in the boiler,
Under the hoop burly
Boils in mugs on the table
And the souls are fun.

No wonder was the late John
In the life of well done -
Heat rags
From the bottom of human hearts.

He drives out of his head
Friendly swarm.
For a mug of the heart of the widow
Sings from joy ...

So let the end of time
Does not dry up the bottom
In a barrel where John bubbles
Barley grain!