Lyrics Олег Погудин - Песня менестреля

What is the youth – impetuous fire {pile}?
What is the maid – ice and desire?
The world wags on.

The rose will bloom
And then will fade –
So does {dies} youth,
So does {dies} the fairest maid.

Comes the time when one sweet smile
Has its season for a while –
Then love’s in love with me…

Some may think only to marry {merry}
Other will tease and terry {Eye’s visible teas and tarry}
Mine is the very {bury} best parry,
Cupid, he rules us all…

Caper, the caper, sing me the song,
Death will come soon to hush us along.
Sweeter than honey and bitter as gall
Love is the past time, it never will fall{full},
Sweeter than honey and bitter as gall
Cupid, he rules us all.