Gulliver In Slavage - Рыбаченко Олег Павлович - Страница 9

  Lead.

  Pastila, swing,

  white bows,

  sweet cookie,

  Mom's dreams.

  just for her

  Just for me

  They're coming.

  And I feel good

  There I sit on the potty.

  And I feel good

  There I sit on the potty.

  Lord, why am I here.

  Again

  Run, conquer

  tear with teeth -

  just for me

  Just for you

  Now.

  God, think

  What to write for us

  sincere lines,

  Just tear your soul

  hard for you

  Hard for me,

  Believe me.

  Okay, okay

  The children sit on the potty.

  Okay, okay

  The children sit on the potty.

  Here is such a wonderful song sung by a girl. And it's just really cool, and cool! In the coffin to see at the same time bald Fuhrer!

  The girl giggled and winked at her counterpart.

  Gulliver agreed with her:

  - You are lovely and just super!

  Well, what else is there to say and what to talk about? At least you sing, at least crow.

  Well, well, everything was very hasty and pleasant.

  Meanwhile, the orcs, without an extra pause, began to shake the girl on the rack. Which looked very cool, and in its own way extremely funny.

  How can you not sing here?

  And Gulliver will sing again;

  I am a boy born in a holy land

  Who is called the boundless Elfia...

  And there is no better place, know on the whole earth,

  And no matter how you ask God in a fierce faith!

  But he was born an ardent atheist, know

  In a cynical, in this twenty-first century...

  I wanted to build a wonderful paradise with my own hand,

  Where would the gods become the people themselves !

  But now I got into the twentieth stormy century,

  And I had to fight the boy there ...

  May the feat of the knight Elfi be praised,

  We England fighters knew how to fight!

  Our courage lives in the young heart,

  And my blood boils violently in my veins...

  Victories opened an unlimited account,

  We fight wildly guys day and night!

  For the glory of our valiant Elfi,

  Which grace will give Lada ...

  We can row zealously with oars in Eden,

  We will receive an unlimited reward!

  Here is our faith, and the mighty god Svarog ,

  And the lightning that Perun himself throws ...

  For us, the eternal Rod will sign the oath,

  And victory awaits in radiant May!

  We are elves - the light of the great sons of the earth,

  I believe we will fly to Mars soon...

  I know I am born to create victories,

  Let Abel triumph, not Cain!

  We will give our hearts for our Motherland,