Текст песни Песни Придуманных Миров - Наемники

Accustomed to fight not reaps and does not plow:
Enough other worries.
Pour into a bowl full of mercenaries!
They tomorrow - again in march!

He generously promised, the leader of the foreign,
Bought our swords.
He gave the oath indestructible flint,
Verneuil than sun.

He said that soon the cries of crows
Curl dance arrows,
And the city, we will fall right in the palm of your hand,
How sweet, ripe fruit ...

There is a weak and timid army ruler,
And the dilapidated wall,
A resounding treasury - though a shovel paddle.
And age is not to drink wine!

We are there for restaurants go deaf from the resorts,
Tired of robberies
And let us pacify nice cheerful beauties
Were left without husbands! ..

When the gates opened before us,
We waited - will make a key
But the spear flashed through the cloud of dust,
Like lightning from the clouds! ..

We have horses trampled in the green grass,
We arrows pierced his chest.
We are the leader of exotic sent to slaughter
Self clearing the way!

Laughed the mighty gods of the sky,
Bloody teshilis game.
We all perished without waiting for reinforcements,
But every fallen as a hero!

For a long time we did not keep the pant in otryade-
At the wide meadow
Because we neither asked for mercy,
Nobody surrendered to the enemy!

Other Himalayan consoled widows,
Fold the bags treasury.
And we sleep soundly at the gate ...
Which - sleep spring!

Death fathers - not the science of the boys:
Any fighter with diapers!
Giving up in flames, not knowing what too
Sad will be the end.

Brutal wisdom like ours,
Comprehended in the hour of death ...
Pour into a bowl full of mercenaries!
Let the drink in remembrance of us!