орлятские песни - Шпага чести
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But still it would be good
That courage lived in people
So that everyone in the city goes proudly
And a sword hung on the side

And so that any if I can
Having broken down the door without a report
Cross the blade with the offender
And the firmness of the male gaze

How sweet for a low word
For a lying typo
The enemy into the baked face
Throw the glove arrogantly

Then would not throw words into the wind
Without proper basis
And it would be smaller than the slanderers
Chatting on the assumptions

And conscience and pride had a weight
And lifelled swords
No one would climb out of line
Poking his papers