Текст песни Орлятские песни - Шпага чести

And yet it would be good
What people lived in courage
So that everyone in the city proudly walked
A side hung a sword

And if it is necessary that any could
Burst in the door without a report
With offender honestly cross blade
And the hardness of the male gaze

How sweet for Petty mot
For false typo
The enemy in the distorted face
Haughty toss the gauntlet

Then would not throw words to the wind
Groundlessly
And it was used less detractors
Hang out at the meeting

A conscience and pride had used weight
And keep the shine sword
No one would not climb out of turn
Jabbing his papers