We will soar above the heavens,
We will raise the roof to the very space ...
A mighty cherub hovers above us,
Such a great word - Elfiya!
No bloody tear will fall
And the Elf does not trample on the heel of the infidels ...
Our holy dream will come true
Get up off the couch guys!
Endless space stormy simple,
Such a beautiful word - Elfia,
We will pass an evil verdict on the Wehrmacht,
Let's make our country happy!
May our Fatherland bloom,
Like a berry-colored bush in the Garden of Eden...
We will dash the enemy,
The boy will receive a reward from God!
I don"t believe what will happen with the victory of Orkshism,
Walking along Elfskva raking rollers...
May holy elfinism rule in Elfia,
The girls are running, so flickering with their feet!
Do not cry girlfriends that husbands have fallen,
All the dead will be resurrected by the will of Svarog ...
Whom they kill, who fell from the gun,
But we all fought bravely honestly!
I don't know why evil reigns in the world,
Why did the Lord give the strength to adversaries ...
Elves are often unlucky in battles,
Although there is no braver soldier in battle!
Well, you are a brave elf, you know
You know how to fight and are very brave ...
The great king sits on the throne,
We chose him, believe me, not in vain!
In our Fatherland, violet flowers,
Emerald forests, birch pearls...
Elf is beautiful - the crown of beauty,
Though Orkolf wants to destroy his homeland!
No, we are elfimolki such fighters,
What is not on the planet braver and cooler ...
Let children and fathers be proud of us,
Let the clouds disperse over the Fatherland!
I don't know what the girls are up to
Will we be able to make the Fatherland happy...
We are used to fighting with a sharp sword,
And we win, believe me beautifully!
Doesn't know how strong the enemy is
The spirit of the elves, a beautiful people in the faith...
We will certainly defeat the enemies in battle,
We will receive holy freedom as a reward!
So know happiness and peace in the Fatherland,
It was brought on the bayonets of an elfi-milk...
Now we have the strongest cherub,
And our guys are so dexterous with a blow!
Centuries pass, elfinism will come,
All those who have fallen in battle will be resurrected bodily...
And the way is always up, not a moment down,
Even without an edge, the universe is cramped for us!
The viscountess sang so beautifully, stamping her very graceful, childlike feet. Gulliver here even regretted that she was a girl. An older girl would be much more attractive. Especially the curve of the heel on the sole.
Well, okay, so be it. The boy captain replied: