The castle is hidden by time and wrapped, covered
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In a gentle plaid of green shoots.
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But the silent granite will untie the tongue, and the cold past will speak
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About campaigns, battles and victories.
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Time has not erased these feats.
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Tear off the top layer from it
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Or take him tighter by the throat,
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And it will give away its secrets.
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A hundred castles will fall and a hundred shackles will fall,
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And a hundred sweats will come down from a whole pile of centuries,
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And legends from hundreds of verses will flow
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About tournaments, sieges, about free shooters.
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You prepare your ear for familiar melodies,
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And look with an understanding eye
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'Cause love is forever love
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Even in our distant future.
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Steel burst loudly under the pressure of the sword,
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The bowstring smoked from the strain,
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Death sat on spears, groaning in the gut, enemies fell into the mud, shouting for mercy,
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The victorious surrendering to mercy.
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But not everyone, remaining alive,
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Hearts were kept in kindness,
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Protecting your good name
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From the deliberate lies of a scoundrel.
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Well, when the horse bit the bit
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And the hand lay more comfortably on the spear,
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Well, if you know where the arrow came from,
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Worse - if in a mean way, from around the corner.
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How are you with the bastards? |
Bute? |
Serves right!
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Witches don't scare you with a coven?
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But isn't it true, evil is called evil
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Even there - in your good future?
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And forever and ever, and at all times
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Coward, traitor - always despised,
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An enemy is an enemy, and war is still war,
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And the dungeon is narrow, and there is only one freedom - and we always put our trust in it.
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Time has not erased these understandings,
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You just need to lift the top layer -
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And smoking blood from the throat
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Eternal feelings will pour over us.
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Now, forever, forever and ever, old man, -
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And the price is the price, and the wine is the wine,
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And it's always good if honor is saved,
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If the back is securely covered by a friend.
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We take purity, simplicity from the ancients,
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Sagas, fairy tales - dragging from the past -
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Because good is good
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In the past, future and present! |