The amethyst night

Those who fight
I
Did you hear this novel?
Oh, it was born to live,
Live for a long time... Well,

I know where was a start
Exactly, I remember a hero,
But oh, poet-bard,

Tell the time! Tell the time.
Is it XIX century? Is it X? XII?
You're silence? Fine!

Churchson lived in England
From his birth to 14 years,
And one morning, on this land

People scared of this loud.
Everybody understood, there no
Respect, no love! Never say: "Proud!"

Sir Churchson, son of Church,
Here he is! Just look!
Lived in own castle, castle was large.

Richard, for his desire,
Was banished "Never! Do you hear?
Never my son will be lier!

Wait! He wants to fight?
On the battlefield to die?
And from his eye take a light?

Never! Never! Never!"
"Oh, my father! What do
You understand? However...

Yes, I want to fight!
On the battlefield to die!
And from my eye take a light!"

"What do you think about? -
Churchson-father continued, -
Look, look around!

Where do you want to go?"
"To Greece! I want to help
Greek, I don't care about law!

The country of philosophy,
History, Olimp gods and
Homer! J'adore! Oh, magnifique!"

"Enough! Stop of nonsense!
I ban to go to this land!"
"You ban? To go to such lands!

Good, I leave you, father!"
Churchson walked, father
Was angry and crying mother...