Сражаясь с ветряными мельницами
В поиске славы
В странах, что, право,
Я не смогу назвать
Бой твой — за правду;
Чести услада,
Как тут свой нрав сдержать.
С мельницей бой,
Как тут себя сдержать.
С мельницей бой,
Чтоб сквозь них проникать.
Ты защищай
Пламя, что ты смог зажечь.
Ты выбирай
Свет чистоты лишь впредь.
С мельницей – в бой! Давай!
Только не отступай!
С мельницей – в бой! Давай!
Ты только не отступай.
В битве со злобой
Средневековой
Разум мир создаёт.
Рыцарь подскажет.
Он – точно стража.
Тех, кто слаб, он спасёт.
Dark Moor – Tilt At Wildmiss
Searching the glory
in a territory
whose name I don’t recall;
your fight for rightness,
for honour’s brightness
as you were mad at all.
Tilt at windmills,
as you were mad at all.
Tilt at windmills,
enter with them in brawl.
ou must protect
the flame which burns in your chest.
You can elect
the purest cause from the rest.
You must defend
innocence which never kneels.
You can ammend
this same world with your ideals.
Tilt at windmills, come on!
Never fall back, go on!
Tilt at windmills, come on!
Never fall back, always on!
Fighting the evil
in a medieval
world created by your mind;
a knight who is guiding
the men who are hiding
that they, as well, are blind.
You must protect
the flame which burns in your chest.
You can elect
the purest cause from the rest.
You must defend
innocence which never kneels.
You can ammend
this same world with your ideals
Tilt at windmills, come on!
Never fall back, go on!
Tilt at windmills, come on!
Never fall back, always on! Ohhh!
You must defend
innocence which never kneels.
You can ammend
this same world with your ideals.
Tilt at windmills, come on!
Never fall back, go on!
Tilt at windmills, come on!
Never fall back, always on! Yeah!!!
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