Текст песни Fire Needle - Босоногий монах

Ivengo V. Scott

You can go around in a few years
Spain and Byzantium, the whole world;
Whoever I met in the distant land
Happier than all the barefoot monk

In honor of the lady, the knight will go on a hike,
And in the evening the wounded person will come to death;
I will take it at if the lady is in tears,
Comfort her barefoot monk

The kings of their mantles is more than once
Changed to the modesty of monastic rows,
But suddenly you want to be in the kings
Not a single barefoot monk could

Only the monk has a life:
He will consider someone else's good for his own,
The monk is accepted in all houses,
A sandy monk will rest everywhere

After all, the goodies that are cherished for him,
There are usually tastier than all dishes;
He always lunchs gloriously away -
Honored guest, barefoot monk

He drinks the excellent ale at dinner,
And the soft bed is mild.
The owner will be kicked out in a hurry
So that a barefoot monk was sleeping sweetly

Long live the poverty of my clothes,
The power of the pope and faith in devils;
To tear roses, not think about spikes at all
I can only me, barefoot monk