Fui un trovador errante sombra por caminos sin alas Mis riquezas fueron aquellos sitios donde aprendan mis canciones quienes me las mostraban vagabundos
Words, a simple song A minstrel sings a way of life in his eyes Hear the morning call of waking birds When they are singing, bringing love, love Everywhere
put the blame on anyone It's almost easy and it's almost fun Did you get caught with your britches on? Hi, derry day in the month of May Was the song
Перевод: Гордон Лайтфут. Песни менестреля Sang.
Перевод: Менестрель песню [вероятно, пятнадцатая Век]. Все Разум мой I Have.
Перевод: Moody Blues. Песня менестреля.
: Oh... Navigar fata dintro do mar Oh... El trovar nos adestra a la libertat Oh... Espesa e la nebra, el algor domena Oh... Os peixes salvo me fan Neptuno
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