Ring my silver little bells
Loudly play my magic lute
Come on listen, what I'll tell
Thus, I begin my tale

Strange as it may appear
What I tell is mere truth
For all those tastes differ
Don't like it, don't hear

Once upon a time there lived
King, who was a true madcap
He would often be so clowned
All the neighbours almost split
Their spides with laughter

And about his daughter rumoured
That she was a trifle ugly
Slightly lame, slightly squinf-eyed
But, of course, had heap of money

Heigh, friend! Pour out the wine!
Somehow throat is parched
Heigh, innkeeper! Don't be mean!
I know what means much!
Naturally, my mug is empty,
Now it leaves only sigh
Hear your laughter, see your smiles
There's reward of mine

Yeah! With the bride, like that, even if with tidy dowry
Tell the truth, had met a few reckless lads, inclined to marry
If the own courtiers had hid one other another,
So what to tell about all those overseas admirers

As if it was a problems,
To find a husband for a daughter!
Through the night king couldn't sleep
White it not occured him

A fiance shall be appoint compelled
Since noone who is wish
As soon as King sent for his suite
They'd been blown as if by wind

Only somewhere either sang
Or still muttered court jester
Yeah, of course, all night long drank
Hard with the chief cup-bearer
That's right!

For want of something better
At first time he's that King needs
Let it be although the jester
Daughter shouldn't stay unmarried

What there so wonderful about that?
Get the crown instead of fool's cap
Let's just pour out the wine!