Valaybalalay - О наёмниках
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Pour full bowls to the mercenaries!
Tomorrow - on a hike again!
Accustomed to fight does not eat and does not plow:
There are enough worries of others.

We generously promised, this leader is foreign,
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
Until the arrows of the round dance,
And the city will fall right in the palm of your hand,
Like a juicy, ripened fruit ...

There is a timid army and a weak ruler,
And the wall dilapidated
And the ringing treasury - at least row the shovel,
And a century cannot drink wine!
We are there along the taverns from the health resorts,
Let's get tired of robberies
and boldly console us with sad beauties,
left without husbands! ..

... when the gates were opened before us,
We waited for - what will be taken out,
But spears flashed through a cloud of dust,
Like lightning because of clouds! ..
The horses were trampled on the green grass,

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, not one prayed for mercy,
No one gave up to the enemy!

Others comforted the widows of the white -breeding,
They put the treasury in bags.
And we are behind the gates of a free sleep
which we sleep spring! ..
Dead Fathers - not in science to boys:
Any fighter from the diapers!
Rush into the flame, not knowing that too much
The end will be sad.

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