Текст песни Песни о Древнем Риме - XIV Легион

14 Legion

Again buccin calls,
And the soles of the savvy caliga rumble.
Romula children
With battles go under the imperial eagle.
In the glory of Rome
Uncontrollably cohorts stepping -
The will of the gods we got to the Fourteenth Legion.

From Caledonian swamp
The deserts of the deserts of us Fortuna threw us.
First fuel not forgotten
Having suffered under the battles centurion.
In the vortices of the German sequir
Survived fate at random chose.
The service carries you, about the eternal city, the Fourteenth Legion.

Chorus:
SaguM is simple -
But the comrade screewomen is covered in battle.
Pair of solids -
And the cup of wine, to remember friends.
And in the morning
The sound of buccins suddenly awakens you:
To the funny sleep (and legis there!).
It will soon end the way ...
It will soon end the way ...
It will soon end the way ...

The system will stop the crowd
If the Britta breaks over the walls of Castell.
And katafraktov Parfyan.
In defense we can accept on spears.
We swore an eagle.
At the borders of the Empire, Augustus are true
Rome We protect and in battles are ready to risk to the end.

Chorus.

If you are lucky -
And you will be alive for your Penates,
In Rome about those tell
Who in the ranks of Legion died for him.
In the altars are wondering
Ladan and Fimiam for the departed soldiers.
Memory - sacred, and more of their souls do not expect anything from living anything.

Waiting for us Charon,
That on the boat of his dead collects
On asphodle fields
And the rain flows the tears of the Matron.
The enemies appeared again -
And the tight rows all cohorts are closed.
This is our way, and the time has come in the soul to go Rubikon ...