Перевод песни The Corrs – The Minstrel Boy

The Minstrel Boy- to the war is gone
In the rank of death- you’ll- find him
His father’s sword- he has girded on
And his wild harp slung- be-hind him
«Land of Song» said the warrior Bard
«Though all the world betrays- thee
One sword at least- thy- rights shall guard
One- faithful harp- shall- praise thee»
The Minstrel fell- but the forman’s chain
Could not bring his proud- sail- under
The Harp he loved- ne’er spoke again
For he tore it’s chords- a-sunder
And said «No chains shall- sully thee
Thou soul of love and bravery
Thy songs were made for the pure and the free
They- shall never sound- in- slavery»