Текст песни Эжен - Гимн боевых лошадей

HAROLD Harsh
On cool salted fragile grains,
Sighs deck
We are cereals sliding driven to the slaughter
Garoldovy darlings.
Osёdlany hastily into a single armor
Shields were bound
Go ahead nizkopalubnyh all
For Drakkar of King.

 
Oh-king, you're in my thoughts abusive
Heaven unchanged
As long as the wind sail free verse
Plyuёsh on signs.
And those ten thousand Bedov goals
What's in the swimming sold
Snorvezhskih fjords, with the Scottish hills -
Only stairs to London.

 
But the human eye equine clearer.
We do not believe in happiness.
We are dozing on the board and see in a dream
Birds on black heather.
There will be no return of the foam gave
No hiking or equestrian:
We all teams of three feet of land
And - seven feet of King.

 
And the bank, which in the foam - after stirrups
Beach of the dead - to us,
Go blind with tears thy konung wife
On the wharf of Bergen.
Do not think that the death of dread, to hell with it:
For fear of flying wrong!
Saxon arrows fly not horses
And those who are on their ridge ...

 
Same hour siege mnogovёselny plane,
In summer heather
We were driven to the South Garoldovy skalds
These last feast ...