Текст песни Городницкий - Не дай вам Бог родиться при Генрихе Шестом

Neighborhoods in fire
Glow outside the window.
Our old King Harry
Moved wisely.
On the scorched nivah
Grain nor gather -
Flying squads horse,
Trampling rye.
Why suffer - work -
All started up for scrap.
God forbid you to be born
When Henry VI!

Whose banner on shelves?
For what is being auction?
Who will rule us -
Lancaster or York?
What we nobles
Neither tipped King,
For us the same thing -
Bondage and loop.
Milord our fun,
Yes, a little disconcerting that.
God forbid you to be born
When Henry VI!

Everywhere the smell of burning,
Abandoned house.
Our old King Harry
Absolutely crazy.
Will not give you the Creator
To live to old age -
Throw plow, man,
Beris for crossbow!
Arrow flies like a bird
Everywhere clank and groan ...
God forbid you to be born
When Henry VI!