Текст песни Valaybalalay - О наёмниках

Pour mercenaries full bowls!
Im tomorrow - again on a hike!
Accustomed to fight does not reap and does not plow:
 others have enough worries.

We were generously promised, this leader is foreign
who bought our swords.
He swore oaths unbreakable flint,
rather than the sun's rays.
He said that soon under the cries of a crow
a round dance will rise
and the city will fall to us right in the palm of our hand
like a juicy, ripened fruit ...

There is a timid army and a weak ruler,
and the wall has decayed
and sonorous treasury - at least row a shovel,
and never drink wine!
We will go deaf from the health resorts there,
tired of robberies
and boldly we console the sad beauties
left without husbands! ..

... when the gates opened before us,
we were waiting for the key to be delivered,
but the spears sparkled through a cloud of dust
like lightning because of clouds! ..
Horses trampled us in green grass,

arrows pierced our chest.
The foreign leader sent us for reprisal,
clearing your way!

The mighty gods laughed in heaven
bloody amusement game.
We all fell down without waiting for help,
but everyone fell like a hero!
For a long time we did not keep cowards in the detachment -
on that green meadow
not one of us prayed for mercy
nobody surrendered to the enemy!

Others comforted white-breasted widows,
bagged the treasury.
and we are outside the gates with a deep sleep
which we sleep in spring! ..
The death of fathers is not a science for boys:
any diaper fighter!
Throw into the flame, not knowing that too
the end will be sad.

And mournful wisdom like ours
befall at his death hour ...
So fill the mercenaries full bowls!
Let them drink in memory of us!