Древние Укры - Поход на войну - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

From the trees leaves fly off (right in Sene, and in Loire, and in Garonna, and wherever you want),

The autumn time came (Pater Noster!)

In the campaign, the crusade traveled everything (background-barons, holoners, without pants, but in the ring!),

And they visited the crosses (and on the back, and on the shoulders, and on ... on, and everywhere, where it fell).

For me, my señor comes (absolutely perfect albigoez, stalled, it does not know how to fight, and can not, and does not want),

He said, they say with them you will go (right tomorrow, at dawn, exactly at noon, as they wake up).

Mamanya fainted (straight from the balcony, down the Bacot, on the mare - she was whisch ...),

Sister Vinnech shed (a servant on the face - that satisfied!).

Friends, MANAYA RESTLY (on the balcony, as it was, down the Bacot, without a mare !!!)

Friends, bring the servant to sleep in the cellar (let it slip, alcoholic),

And I, a young guy (about 17,20,30 ...)

In the holy land, it was leaving (right from the place, with a haymaker, without pants, but with crosses).

For me, after the bride runs (Rygza Dough, like dough)

And after the father-in-law and mother-in-law (Rod Zhlah, zh..pa thicker)

And so what it led to ...

I sit in the fortress high (eight meters, maybe more, I did not measure - the arrows are fistlene!)

And the master is Magistra (Maja Lomom, call Guyoma)

"Great, brothers-kritonosovsy! (Ave Mater, Pater Noster, your also, thank you all!)

Now in the attack escape (left flank, right flank, in general, a bunch - hell you, run alone!) "

And then I run on the velchanam (in the sand, on all fours, quickly - fast - they will kill the same!)

Saracin is rushing for me (seven per eight, eight to seven, well, and the face is wider than ..., right three times, maybe more, I did not measure ...)

And I'm growing in an oasis (let the mirage, but not visible!)

And let this run one (in the desert, in the sand, to the Templars - let them abide!)

Assassina fly across the sky (whipping all hashish, buggy, reptile, what flies)

Want to fall asleep us land (straight on the neck, Il on the ears, or at all over the top)

And I, a young boy (about 17,20,30, maybe more, I do not remember)

Led with a severed leg (for disguise, jaw - near, eat hunting!)

My squire is suitable (called Anselm, Ile Adelm, Ile Bertrans - I do not remember!)

Let's give you up (Syczo Squa, bow on a sique, a dirty cloth, where are my portions, that in the corner stood yesterday)?)

And in a sanitary cart (drawn bent, spokes of bits, without wheels, and a horse died)

With myself next to putting (for interest, I do not mind, only from behind, nose to the wall, between the corpses, so as not to blow!)

Since then, many years have passed (17 years old, 20.30 - forty-eight!)

I am serving a hospital (not a mellow!)

Razz Medical I Hose (from the constation, and diarrhea, and other different hands)

The squire guardian (from a neighbor, pervert, Templar, sodomit - will meet and will not notice!)

To the south of the crows flew (before Provence, maybe, then, I do not know, did not say)

Avian has come! (Eksel-Moxel)