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! [December 1994]