Валайбалалай - Мандалорская песня
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Pour full bowls to the mercenaries! They go again tomorrow!
Accustomed to fight, does not eat and does not plow, and there are not enough worries,
We generously promised this foreign leader, who bought our swords,
He gave oaths, not more flicker than flint,
Rather than the sun, rays
He said that soon, to the cries of Voronya,
The arrow of the round dance will call
And the city will fall right in the palm of your hand,
Like a ripe and growed fruit,

There is a timid army and a weak ruler
And the wall dilapidated, and a ringing treasury,
Though you row a shovel, and you can’t drink the century.

We are there along the taverns from the health resort,
Let's get tired of robberies
And boldly console us with sad beauties,
The remaining without husbands.

When the gates were opened before us,
We expected to put out the key
But the spears took off through the clouds of dust,
Like lightning because of clouds.

The horses were trampled at the green herbs,
Arrows struck our breasts,
Our foreign leader sent for reprisal,
Cleansing the path.

Mighty gods laughed in the sky,
Bloody with a game
We all died, without waiting for the help,
But everyone fell like a hero.

For a long time we did not hold cowards in the detachment,
In that green meadow
Of us, not one prayed for mercy,
No one gave up to the enemy

Others comforted the widows of the White Bromedy,
Put their treasury in the bags,
And we are behind the gates of the sleepless sleep,
Which we sleep already spring.

The destruction from the Council is not in science to the boys,
Any fighter from the diapers
Rush into the flame, not knowing that too much
The end will be sad

Regrettable wisdom, similar to ours,
Conducting your death hour,
So pour full bowls
Let them drink in memory of us