The Innkeeper : In the tavern warm and calm, On that foggy night, Happened the most unusual fight I have been given to see.
Every man came with a joyful mood, Ordering tons of drink and food As in the corner of the hall Sat a lonesome musician.
So he began to play his flute In the light of the fireplace. Suddenly every man in the inn Got up to sing and dance!
All the place was shouting loud But still the woodwind did resound Like a thousand voices Chanting in unison!
But then an old drunken man threw his pint on the floor As his youngest fellow called his wife a whore ! The old one replied by a spit on the younger's feet. So the angry lad answered by a hit!
Soon all the mob gathered around the fighting fools, Some encouraging the boy and others the old drunkard. Insults shouted from both sides of the crowd. Violence rose while the flute did wail her sound.
The inn turned into a battlefield Where soldiers are drunk villagers Armed with chairs and pints, Fighting randomly their mates.
At the rhythm of the flute, Beer and blood began to flow. One by one the men did fall, Dead or drunk.
Hidden behind the bar, I descreetly looked at war That for no reason had broken out In this ordinary town.
Usualy peaceful and calm, Yet blooddrunk and full of rage, The citizens fought all the night As long as they could stand up straight.
But one more thing obsessed my mind: A sweet but gloomy woodwind sound That all the night long had resound In the inn and all around.
When the men could no longer stand, As the quiet took back his place, The musician near the fireplace, Left the tarvern warm and calm.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.