Текст песни Екатерина Ачилова - Рыцарственная песенка

Chivalrous song
from the cycle & quot; Wanderers of the times & quot;

That the tales were in the morning,
In the evening - symbolism, decadence.
Hurry, it's time to go,
Lancelot, Lanceor, Lodegrans!
The strings of my lute are on breaking,
And the darkened armor is broken.
Here in the ashes of scuffles and battles
Shield and sword will become - song and laughter.
Golden trees on fire
The worn out fruit shed,
The world is all sick, everything is battered in war,
Lodegrans, Lanceor, Lancelot.
Whatever waits, whatever comes to you, -
Masks new former enemies,
And to the foggy coast flies
Your ship from other shores.
So, keeping immortal friendship,
We are one from time immemorial,
Time, brothers, hear me,
Lodegrans, Lancelot, Lanceor!
Not to dragons, keepers of evil,
Not to the rulers of darkness, sorcerers,
Our oaths of words and deeds
Through the centuries come back to us.
Look in our mirror with faith
Hundreds of future faces and eyes ...
In the saddle, the horsemen, the eternal detachment,
Lanceor, Lancelot, Lodegrans!
Horse yes staff! On the road, squad,
Lancelot, Lanceor, Lodegrance.