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  • Текст песни ololo - 1

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    Тут находится текст песни ololo - 1, а также перевод, видео и клип.

    Gather round the village square
    Come good people both wretched
    and fair.
    See the troubadour play on the drum
    Hear my songs on the lute that I strum.
    I will make you laugh,
    Revel, Merry-dance.
    Throw your pennies, then you'll hear
    more of
    the story-telling half.
    There's no other chance,
    Always move on
    Raconteur, troubadour.
    Take the face that you see for the man,
    Clown and minstrel, I am what I am.
    All my family, not of my kin.
    Home, wherever, the place that I'm in.
    Humors give me wage,
    Favors for my art.
    Rising, falling
    Everyone struggle on.
    All the world's a stage
    All can play their part.
    I have chosen
    Raconteur, troubadour.
    Dusk is drawing my story is spun,
    Dawn is falling my day's work is done.
    Morning, rested I set on my way.
    Find new faces to offer my play.
    I will make you laugh,
    Revel, Merry-dance.
    Throw your pennies, then you'll hear
    more of
    The story-telling half.
    There's no other chance.
    Always move on
    Raconteur-Troubadour.

    Note:
    Here we have tried to capture something
    of the medieval English troubadour,
    by the instrumentation, arrangement
    and lyrics.

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