We are like the wind
We won't be locked up
wild and free
That's how we want to be
No prison can hold us
So pour another drink.
We were born to be minstrels.
The rope that binds us
Is not yet woven
The servant who murders us
Has not yet fought
The woman who holds us
We haven't been born yet
All the players swore that
We are like the wind
We won't be locked up
wild and free
That's how we want to be
No prison can hold us
So pour another drink.
We were born to be minstrels.
The dagger that assassinates us
Is not yet forged
The chain on the neck
Is not yet riveted
The wine we avoid
It is not yet fermented
All the players have sworn that

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