Текст песни Blackmore's Night - Vagabond

Текст:

There's many a crooked path That has ended me here Tired, broken and wearing rags Wild eyed with fear There's much more to this vagabond Than the eye can see You can see me through different eyes Make a princess of me Door to door with a heavy heart Try to stave off the cold In the distance a gypsy cart Filled with thieves and rogues Sing for supper and sing for pence A song's all I have to give With a fiddle and with no rest Singing only to live Through the window a golden glow Families gather round Here outside it starts to snow Silence the only sound

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