Текст песни Песни Придуманных Миров - Ландскнехты

Accustomed to fight not reaps and does not plow:
Enough other worries.
Pour into a bowl full of mercenaries!
They tomorrow - again in march!

He generously promised, the leader of the foreign,
Bought our blades.
He gave the oath indestructible flint,
Rather than the rays of the sun.

He said that in the morning to the cries of crows
Zavёtsya arrows dance,
And the city, we will fall right in the palm of your hand,
How juicy ripe fruit ...

There is a weak and pathetic army ruler,
And the dilapidated wall,
And of gold in the treasury - though a shovel paddle,
And age is not to drink wine!

We are there for restaurants go deaf from the resorts,
Tired of robberies
And let us pacify nice cheerful beauties
Were left without husbands! ..

... When the gates opened before us,
We waited - will make a key
But the spear flashed through the cloud of dust,
Like lightning from the clouds! ..

We have horses trampled in the green grass,
We arrows pierced his chest.
We are the leader of exotic sent to slaughter,
Self clearing the way!

Laughed the mighty gods of the sky,
Bloody teshas game.
We all perished without waiting for reinforcements,
But every fallen as a hero!

For a long time we did not keep the pant in the unit -
At the wide meadow
Because we neither asked for mercy,
Nobody surrendered to the enemy!

Other Himalayan consoled widows,
Fold the bags treasury.
And we sleep soundly under the gate
Which sleep spring! ..

Death fathers - not the science of the boys:
Any fighter from the cradle!
Giving up in flames, not knowing what too
Sad will be the end.

Cruel fate similar to ours,
Comprehended in the hour of death ...
Pour into a bowl full of mercenaries!
Let the drink in remembrance of us!