In one village was a fair
One tired wanderer came to.
He sat down on its small square
And pulled out his wooden flute.
The beauty of sad melody
Beckoned more people around;
But they just reproached him
-
From where did this beggar come out?!"
-
It's not what I came here for,
I'm not waiting for any reward.
Please, just leave me alone.
I think you should hurry up.
Lemme finish only this one -
That's definitely my favourite.
Soon my friends will come,
Despite they can't listen to it.
Not taking his words seriously
They kept yelling at him,
- You think that fooling us is easy?
We have seen a lot of such "pilgrims"
But actually from sounds of a flute
The dead were coming back to life
And surrounding this silly crowd
They suddenly attacked!
The bard slowly closed his eyes
And was enjoying their screams.
Their groans sounded nice
Like a honey for his ears.
He put the flute in the bag
And kept his lonely trip.
This story had became a legend
Now they're telling in every inn.