Lyrics я с сетрой - На пороге войны
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Отважный викинг, хватай топор,
Враг идет по пятам.
Друзья - герои смыкайте строй
И дайте волю рукам.
Стальные крючья впились в борта
Разорван парус тугой…
Не забудешь 'этот бой никогда,
Если вернешься домой.
Будь сильным и смелым, не роняй ты слез,
Хоть сталь врагов и остра,
Будем рубиться при свете звезд,
Надо дожить до утра.
Героев вспомни, старых друзей,
На битву их призови,
Всех кто уходил в пучину морей,
Стоял по пояс в крови.
Будем биться мы под дождем,
Крепко сжимая щиты.
Не зря на свет бойцом ты рожден,
Судьбою владеешь и ты.
Мышцы наши крепки словно сталь,
Рев разрывает слух.
Взор устремлен в зеленую даль.
Никто не сломит наш дух!
Так крепче викинг сжимай топор,
Смерть идет по пятам!
Друзья герои смыкайте строй
И дайте волю рукам.
Brave Viking, grab the ax,
The enemy is on his heels.
Friends - heroes
And give free rein to your hands.
Steel hooks dug into the side
The sail is torn ...
Do not forget 'this fight never,
If you return home.
Be strong and courageous, do not drop your tears,
Although the steel of enemies is sharp,
We will cut with the light of stars,
We must live till morning.
Heroes remember, old friends,
Call them to battle,
Everyone who went into the abyss of the seas,
Stood to the waist in blood.
We will fight in the rain,
Firmly squeezing the shields.
No wonder you were born a fighter,
You also have a destiny.
Our muscles are strong as steel,
The roar rips the ears.
The look is directed to the green distance.
No one will break our spirit!
So tighten the Viking squeeze ax,
Death is on its heels!
Friends of the heroes
And give free rein to your hands.
The enemy is on his heels.
Friends - heroes
And give free rein to your hands.
Steel hooks dug into the side
The sail is torn ...
Do not forget 'this fight never,
If you return home.
Be strong and courageous, do not drop your tears,
Although the steel of enemies is sharp,
We will cut with the light of stars,
We must live till morning.
Heroes remember, old friends,
Call them to battle,
Everyone who went into the abyss of the seas,
Stood to the waist in blood.
We will fight in the rain,
Firmly squeezing the shields.
No wonder you were born a fighter,
You also have a destiny.
Our muscles are strong as steel,
The roar rips the ears.
The look is directed to the green distance.
No one will break our spirit!
So tighten the Viking squeeze ax,
Death is on its heels!
Friends of the heroes
And give free rein to your hands.