Текст песни Канцлер Ги - Фламинго в вороньих перьях

Listen, people of Talig,
Uncomplicated this story:
Old book tells
A fun fairy tale for you.
This old tale is
Literally Good News
About how Flamingo tried
To get into the Black Raven family.
His ancestor
Allaram was cooking
And for achievements in the cook
He became a count - glory to work!
And the old aristocrats
Not doing anything
The poor man was called a dungster,
And after - his descendants.

Breaking Into People of Honor
The descendant of the count dreamed.
Well, at least, and in the framework of revenge -
Then he would have shown them all!
He didn’t give a damn about confession,
Prayer and strict fasting
Digging in books earnestly,
From dust sneezing to tears.
And in a scroll whose paint is worn away
Broadcasting about ancient years,
Found that in the family of Borrask
All were always red.
And perked up proudly,
That he is the Lord of the Winds
To tell all the courtiers
He was ready until morning.

Others listened to him,
Others stealthily
Above him on the sidelines they laughed,
Finger twirling at the temple.
A good Berger Fock Varzov
Sympathy showed:
"Go tell it to Alve,
Kohl gain strength! "
Having decided that the time has come
For courage, having drunk first
He appeared to Alvaro Alva
And he said these words:
"A descendant of Moris drunks,
A cover of lies spread:
I found out that you are an imposter,
And I am the Lord of the Winds! "
And only the count noticed
That Alvaro was not alone:
At the door the cardinal met him
And the young novice Quentin.
The answer to so many impudent speeches
Alvaro did not have time to give
Suddenly the candles flickered
And the ghosts came out of the walls.
The souls of all the dukes of Alva
Sit on the floor in a circle
And someone said mischievously:
"Well, well, go on, buddy!"

Green from fear Manrick
They talked about the scroll,
Someone from the ghosts laughed
And someone clutched at the sword.
And here is collected Ramiro
Fun summed up:
"You would walk, redhead, in peace.
And it's easier - on x * y, my friend! "
And collected by Gonzalo
He said these words:
"Would you go, redhead on x * y.
But apologize first! "
And collected by Alonso
The rapier threatened him.
"Would you go to x * y, seriously!" -
Then Diamid concluded.

Allarian School -
The most severe of schools:
They sent a redhead to x * -
He gathered and went.
And the young novice Quentin
Suddenly from a corner he says:
"It's fun, believe me,
But I hear the clatter of hooves.
That Esperatist from Agaris
Adrian's verdict is lucky.
Send it to x * th - let it roll
From the city gate.
The ghosts laughed:
"But who would become afraid of them!
They sent us a long time ago
Around the same places. "

And the entire population of Olaria
The third day neighs:
Cheerful shouts "on x * y!"
Meets all red people.
Courtiers poke a finger
And gossip in full swing;
"On x * y, verily nah * y!"
Manrikam is now being told.
The king said to the queen:
"There is something wrong with the world.
Manriks are completely crazy -
Apparently, their enemy has beguiled! "
The capital laughed for a long time
And there was no more strength
And someone has a sign "on x * y!"
Nailed Manrikam on the door.

Vitae, understandably, brevis,
And some years ago
Poor Manrik is dead
Knocking at Dawn Garden ...
But Alan is a stern gatekeeper
The door closed and said:
"Would you go to x * th, Manrick,
No one here has been waiting for you! "
And the young novice Quentin
Long time no longer a youth.
He became Cardinal Sylvester -
Well done!
Now he is no longer a boy -
He is a gray-haired old man.
He respects Alvov -
He used to protect them!
But so as not to happen again
Abominable ginger flash mob,
He put poison on the scroll
And he put Francis in the coffin.

Occasionally a bitter memory
Takes possession of him
He drinks shaddy in liters,
Vague longing languor.
Wandering through the echoing halls
Crying about a bitter fate.
"On the fucking red Alva!"
Mumbles under his breath to himself.

(c) music. Tikki Schellen (gr. "Rowan Tower"), text - Chancellor Guy, Sylvester, Danka)