Эжен - Гимн боевых лошадей
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Harold is severe
On a cool salted fragile cereal,
Sighing deck
We move us with cereals.
Garoldov Balovny.
Opestlaves hastily in a single armor,
Shields are constrained
We go ahead of the low -deck all
Behind Drakkar Konung.


Oh, konung, you are in the thoughts of your swearing
Heaven is more unchanged
Until in sails, the free wind is not subsided
You spit signs.
And those ten thousand poor heads,
What are sold in swimming
Snorvezhsky fjord, from Scottish hills -
Only the staircase to London.


But the horse's eye is more clear.
We can’t believe in happiness.
We do not know on the boards and see in a dream
Black birds over heather.
There will be no return from the foamy Dali
Neither on foot nor equestrian:
We will all be detachment of three feet of land
And - seven feet of a king.


And the shore that in the foam - lowered the stirrup
Above the dead shore - to us,
Your tears will blind from your tears, Konung, wife
On the pier of Bergen.
Do not think that we are afraid of death, damn it:
For the fear of summer, not the same!
Saxon arrows are not flying in horses,
And in those who are on their ridge ...


Carry, siege a multi -fed stroke,
On the heather of the summer
We are driven by the Garoldov scalds south
To their feast of the latter ...