Текст песни Дом ветров - ...налейте наёмникам полные чаши

Saga of mercenaries
Pour a cup full of mercenaries -
Them again tomorrow in the campaign.
Accustomed to fight not reaps and does not plow,
Enough other worries.
He generously promised, the chief foreign,
Bought our swords.
He gave the oath of the inviolability of flint,
Stronger than the sun's rays.

He said that the cries of crows
Vzovёtsya arrows dance,
And the city we will fall right in the palm of your hand,
How ripe ripe fruit.
We are there to go deaf from the resorts restaurants,
Tired of robberies
And we console notably Himalayan beauties
Left without husbands.

When the gates opened before us,
We waited - will make a key
But the spear flew out of the cloud of dust,
As lightning from the clouds.
Laughing in the sky gods funny,
Bloody teshas game -
We all perished without waiting for reinforcements,
But each fell as a hero.

Have not we keep the pant in the unit
On the green meadow.
Of us no one asked for mercy,
Nobody surrendered to the enemy.
Other widows consoled Himalayan,
Collected in bags treasury,
And we sleep soundly at the gate
Which sleep spring.

Destruction of the fathers - not the science boys:
Any fighter from the cradle!
Thrown into the flames, not knowing that too
Sad will be the end.
Cruel wisdom like ours,
Come upon in the hour of death.
So pour a cup full of mercenaries -
Let drink in remembrance of us.

© Text: Maria Semenov