Текст песни Песни придуманных миров - Ландскнехты

Accustomed to fight does not reap and does not plow:
Enough other worries.
Pour the bowl full of mercenaries!
They are tomorrow - again hiking!

He generously promised, this foreign leader,
Who bought our blades.
He swore unbreakable oaths of flint,
Rather than the sun's rays.

He said that in the morning under the crows of crows
Circle the arrows,
And the city falls to us right in the palm of your hand,
Like a juicy ripe fruit ...

There is a weak army and a miserable ruler,
And the wall collapsed,
And gold in the treasury - even shovel with a shovel,
And the century did not drink wine!

We are deaf in the taverns from health centers,
We will get away from robberies
And nicely comfort cheerful beauties,
Without husbands! ..

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

We horses trampled in the green grass,
Arrows pierced our chest.
We were sent by a foreign leader for reprisals,
Clearing your way!

Mighty Gods laughed in the sky
Bloody amusing game.
We were all killed, not waiting for help,
But everyone fell like a hero!

We have not kept panties in the squad for a long time -
On that wide meadow
Of us, neither asked for mercy,
No one has surrendered to the enemy!

Others comforted the widow of the whiteheaded,
Bagged treasury.
And we are at the gate sleepless
That sleep spring! ..

The death of fathers is not a science for boys:
Any fighter from the cradle!
Rush into the flame, not knowing that too
Sad will end.

Cruel fate like ours
Comprehended in his mortal hour ...
Pour the bowl full of mercenaries!
Let them drink in memory of us!