Валайбалалай - Сага о наемниках
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Pour full bowls to the mercenaries
They go on a hike tomorrow
The accustomed to fight does not stick and does not plow
There are enough worries of others

We generously promised this foreign leader,
Bought our swords
He made oaths of non -war 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 ripened fruit.

There is a timid army and a weak ruler
And the wall dilapidated
And row the ringing treasury at least with a shovel
And a century cannot drink wine.

We will be deaf from health resorts along the taverns there along the taverns
Let's get tired of robberies.
And boldly console us of sad beauties
The remaining without husbands.

When the gates were opened before us
We expected to put out the key.
But spears flew through a cloud of dust
Like lightning because of clouds.

The horses were trampled at the green grasses
Arrows pierced our breasts.
The foreign leader sent us for reprisal
Cleansing the path.

Mighty gods laughed in the sky
Bloody amazing the 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, no one prayed for mercy,
No one gave up to the enemy.

Others comforted the widows of the White Bromedy,
They put the treasury in bags.
And we are behind the gates of a free sleep
Which we sleep spring.

The death of fathers is not in science to boys
Any fighter from the diapers.
Rush into the flame without knowing that too
The end will be sad.

And mournful wisdom similar to our
Face at their death hour.
So pour the full bowls to the mercenaries -
Let them drink in memory of us.