Текст песни Варяжская сталь - викинги

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

He generously promised, the leader of the foreign,
Bought our swords.
He gave the oath indestructible flint
Rather than the sun's rays.

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

There are timid and weak army ruler,
And the dilapidated wall,
A resounding treasury - though a shovel Row,
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
Left without husbands! ..

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

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

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

For a long time we did not keep the pants in the squad -
On the broad meadow
Because we neither asked for mercy,
Nobody surrendered to the enemy!

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

Death fathers - not the science boys:
Any soldier from the cradle!
Thrown into the flames, not knowing what too
Sad will be the end.

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