Текст песни Гимн ролевиков - Мы ролевики

Guess who we are, where do they get these?
We are not from a madhouse, we are role-players.
Worn with a male elf clique
Terrible fat woman in horned glasses.

Skis and shovels let go on the blades.
We are not psychopaths, we are role-players.
Stumbling bravely, a knight jumps into battle
On a dashing horse-head swab.

Push iron trash into our backpacks.
We are not masochists, we are role-players.
Decoration of the fragile beauty girl -
Under the chain skirt plate pants!

Instead of thickets of forest - even hemp.
We are building a fortress here, we are role-players.
Elves, gnomes, orcs, spitting on the game,
For a bottle of vodka, Russian rock yells.

Our hordes are wild, the crowds are great
We proudly declare: “We are role-players!”
If you wonder what are we cool?
We will answer honestly: “Would you go?”