Король и Шут — Дурак и молния

Thunder roars, Lightning flashes in the night, And on the hill a madman stands and cries: "I'll catch you in my bag right now, And you'll sparkle inside it, I so want you to become mine!"

Now the lad rushes to the woods, Now to the field, now to the stream, He keeps striving to catch The lightning!

All the village folk Came out to watch this sight, How the madman on the hill ran wild and raved. He's clearly at odds with his own head, Clearly he's his own worst foe, What a thing to dream up — what a fool!

Now the lad rushes to the woods, Now to the field, now to the stream, He keeps striving to catch The lightning!

In the morning along the village road The hero of the night walked slowly, All shaggy and grey, And he was smiling…

Now the lad rushes to the woods, Now to the field, now to the stream, He keeps striving to catch The lightning!