Lyrics Дом Ветров - Наемники
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Наёмники
(М. Семёнова)
Em
Привыкший сражаться не жнёт и не пашет:
C
D
Em
Хватает иных забот.
Налейте наёмникам полные чаши!
C
D
Em
Им завтра - снова в поход!
A
Em
Он щедро сулил, этот вождь иноземный,
C
D
Купивший наши мечи.
Em
G
Он клятвы давал нерушимее кремня,
C
D
Em
Верней, чем солнца лучи.
Сказал, что скоро под крики вороньи
Завьется стрел хоровод,
И город нам свалится прямо в ладони,
Как сладкий, вызревший плод...
Там робкое войско и слабый правитель,
И обветшала стена,
А звонкой казны - хоть лопатой гребите.
И век не выпить вина!
Мы там по трактирам оглохнем от здравиц,
Устанем от грабежей
И славно утешим веселых красавиц,
Оставшихся без мужей!..
Когда перед нами ворота открыли,
Мы ждали - вынесут ключ,
Но копья сверкнули сквозь облако пыли,
Как молнии из-за туч!..
Нас кони втоптали в зелёные травы,
Нам стрелы пробили грудь.
Нас вождь иноземный послал на расправу
Себе расчищая путь!
Смеялись на небе могучие Боги,
Кровавой тешились игрой.
Мы все полегли, не дождавшись подмоги,
Но каждый пал как герой!
Давно не держали мы трусов в отряде -
На том широком лугу
Из нас ни один не молил о пощаде,
Никто не сдался врагу!
Другие утешили вдов белогрудых,
Сложили в мешки казну.
А мы за воротами сном беспробудным
Которую спим весну!..
Погибель отцов - не в науку мальчишкам:
Любой с пеленок боец!
Бросаются в пламя, не зная, что слишком
Печален будет конец.
И скорбную мудрость, подобную нашей,
Постигнут в свой смертный час...
Налейте наёмникам полные чаши!
Пусть выпьют в память о нас!
Mercenaries
(M. Semenov)
Em
Accustomed to fighting does not reap and does not plow:
C
D
Em
There are other worries.
Pour the mercenaries full cups!
C
D
Em
To them tomorrow - again in a campaign!
A
Em
He generously promised, this foreign leader,
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D
Who bought our swords.
Em
G
He swore an indelible flint,
C
D
Em
Rather than the sun rays.
Said that soon under the crows crows
The arrows are rounded up,
And the city falls to us right in the palm of your hand,
As a sweet, ripened fruit ...
There is a timid army and a weak ruler,
And the wall was dilapidated,
A ring of treasuries - at least shovel row.
And an age not to drink wine!
We'll be deaf from the toasts in the taverns,
I'm tired of looting
And gloriously we will console cheerful beauties,
Remained without husbands! ..
When the gate was opened before us,
We waited - will take out the key,
But the spears flashed through a cloud of dust,
Like lightning from behind the clouds! ..
We were trampled by horses into green grass,
To us arrows have punched a breast.
The leader of the foreign sent to the massacre
Clearing the way for yourself!
The mighty Gods laughed in the sky,
Bloody playful games.
We all lay down, without waiting for a help,
But everyone fell as a hero!
For a long time we did not keep cowards in the detachment -
On that wide meadow
Of us, not one prayed for mercy,
No one has surrendered to the enemy!
Others comforted the widows of the white-chested,
They packed the coffers into sacks.
And we are beyond the gates sleep soundly
Who sleeps in the spring! ..
The death of the fathers is not the science of the boys:
Anyone with a diaper fighter!
Throw themselves into the flames, not knowing that too
The end will be sad.
And a sorrowful wisdom like ours,
Recognize at your death hour ...
Pour the mercenaries full cups!
Let them drink in memory of us!
(M. Semenov)
Em
Accustomed to fighting does not reap and does not plow:
C
D
Em
There are other worries.
Pour the mercenaries full cups!
C
D
Em
To them tomorrow - again in a campaign!
A
Em
He generously promised, this foreign leader,
C
D
Who bought our swords.
Em
G
He swore an indelible flint,
C
D
Em
Rather than the sun rays.
Said that soon under the crows crows
The arrows are rounded up,
And the city falls to us right in the palm of your hand,
As a sweet, ripened fruit ...
There is a timid army and a weak ruler,
And the wall was dilapidated,
A ring of treasuries - at least shovel row.
And an age not to drink wine!
We'll be deaf from the toasts in the taverns,
I'm tired of looting
And gloriously we will console cheerful beauties,
Remained without husbands! ..
When the gate was opened before us,
We waited - will take out the key,
But the spears flashed through a cloud of dust,
Like lightning from behind the clouds! ..
We were trampled by horses into green grass,
To us arrows have punched a breast.
The leader of the foreign sent to the massacre
Clearing the way for yourself!
The mighty Gods laughed in the sky,
Bloody playful games.
We all lay down, without waiting for a help,
But everyone fell as a hero!
For a long time we did not keep cowards in the detachment -
On that wide meadow
Of us, not one prayed for mercy,
No one has surrendered to the enemy!
Others comforted the widows of the white-chested,
They packed the coffers into sacks.
And we are beyond the gates sleep soundly
Who sleeps in the spring! ..
The death of the fathers is not the science of the boys:
Anyone with a diaper fighter!
Throw themselves into the flames, not knowing that too
The end will be sad.
And a sorrowful wisdom like ours,
Recognize at your death hour ...
Pour the mercenaries full cups!
Let them drink in memory of us!