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English
Original lyrics
Death Of King Arthur
Of Lancelot du Lake tell I no more
But this by leave these ermytes seven.
But still Kynge Arthur lieth there,
And Quene Guenever, as I you newyn.
And Monkes that are right of lore
Who synge with moulded stewyn,
Ihesu, who hath woundes sore,
Grant us the blyss of Heaven.
And Monkes that are right of lore
Who synge with moulded stewyn,
Ihesu, who hath woundes sore,
Grant us the blyss of Heaven.
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St. Sol on 2017-04-25
St. Sol on 2017-04-25Russian
Translation
Смерть Короля Артура
Про Ланцелота я не говорю,
Давай отшельников оставим.
Но здесь лежит Король Артур
И Королева с ним, без вас я маюсь.
Монахи, те что знают все,
Молящие прощение,
Иисус, распятый на кресте,
Дай нам благословение.
Монахи, те что знают все,
Молящие прощение,
Иисус, распятый на кресте,
Дай нам благословение.
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