ni nuh'ad bal aka kote.tal'haai ner tomad ori'chaab besbe'trayce kyr'am vod

Kye'val Dar

Pour mercenaries full bowls —
Them tomorrow again in approach.
Accustomed to fight not too tight and does not plow,
Other lack concerns.
He generously promised, this leader of the foreign,
Who bought our swords.
He gave the oath less breakable flint,
Stronger than the sun's rays.

He said that the cries of crows
Arrows round dance will be called,
And we fall right in the palm of,
Like a ripe ripened fruit.
We are there for the restaurants will be stunned from the resorts,
Get tired of looting,
And bold consoled black beauties,
Left without husbands.

When the gates opened,
We've been waiting for will make key,

The spears flew from the dust cloud,
Like lightning from the clouds.
Laughed at me on the sky merry gods,
Bloody Texas game —
We all lay down without waiting for backup.,
But everyone fell like a hero.

Haven't held we cowards in the squad
On the green meadow.
None of us asked for mercy.,
Nobody surrendered to the enemy.
Others comforted the widows black,
Collected in bags Treasury,
Behind the gates and we sleep soundly
Which we sleep spring.

Brutal wisdom such as ours,
Come upon in the hour of his death.
So pour mercenaries full bowls —
Have a drink in memory of us.