Lyrics Тэм Гринхилл - Пой, моя лютня, пой

I am a tramp who came from distant lands
Sing, my lute, sing
I am free as the wind singer minstrel
Sing, my lute, sing
I left my house and went on the road
Sing, my lute, sing
I was looking for happiness in the world, but I haven’t found it yet
Sing, my lute, sing
My songs - the rustle of the wind in the grass
Sing, my lute, sing
Birds flying high in blue
Sing, my lute, sing
Song of the ancient trees in the distant forest
Sing, my lute, sing
And I carry these songs around the world
Sing, my lute, sing

I live on earth to sing
Sing, my lute, sing
Neither misfortune, grief, nor death are terrible to me
Sing, my lute, sing
While someone will listen to my songs
Sing, my lute, sing
I will wander from home away
Sing, my lute, sing

Instead of a map, a star shines in the sky
Sing, my lute, sing
Without touching me, run through the year
Sing, my lute, sing
I don't know where this path will lead.
Sing, my lute, sing
But I will leave the world someday
Sing, my lute, sing

But even then the motive will not subside
Sing, my lute, sing
I am not on this road alone
Sing, my lute, sing
Another minstrel after me will come
Sing, my lute, sing
And that I did not have time, I will drink for
Sing, my lute, sing.