BlackMore s Night - Good King Wenceslas текст песни

Wenceslas looked out the window
At the feast Stefan -
The snow lay like a sheet,
Smooth, crisp, spicy.
Pouring light moon
Although freezing even voice;
And out of the forest was poor,
Collecting firewood.

"Page, come and stand with me,
Molvi, if heard:
That peasant - who is he?
Where is his house? "
"Sir, we have mountains in the distance,
On the border of the forest,
Where gushes out of the earth
Legend of St. Agnes. "

"Bring me bread and wine,
Pine wood, too,
Dinner, we demolished it,
In poverty will help. "
Came the night the king and the page,
Came together efficiently,
Despite the wind cries
And the terrible cold.

And walked in the footsteps of page
That the king left;
Snow is where St. Turn,
To the earth melted.
Well you know, people who are rich
Originally il money
Oschastlivte poor -
Happiness be with you.

Wenceslas looked out the window
At the feast Stefan -
The snow lay like a sheet,
Smooth, crisp, spicy.
Pouring light moon
Although freezing even voice;
And out of the forest was poor,
Collecting firewood.