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:
- We don't do anything like that, but only sing and have fun!
The girl muttered:
- Whose voice would sing, and yours would sniff!
And there was a pause. The boys that the sailors had become now walked on sharp stones with almost no pain. Very quickly, the bare soles of children become coarse. This is indeed a positive fact. And of course the mood rises.
The slave boys even sang;
In the rays of the daytime sun, the back burns with fire,
The overseer does not sleep, and the whip is true to him.
I, extracting sugar all my life from cane, Did not know any other reward than a cuff stick. My hand does not bend and my cloudy look is heavy, But my heart beats terribly like a fiery alarm!
Like a thief I run and hide, the grass is not high,
I still don't hear the dogs, but it's only for now.
In the morning they will seize me, hang me from a post, And the brother-boys will look from under their foreheads.
I'm already dying of thirst, I can't see the water, But the whole day of freedom, who can take it away!
The song, of course, is not God knows what. And does not add optimism.
Gulliver remarked with a childish smile:
- These are the twists and turns of fate! Here I go and I don't know where. And ahead is waiting ... Well, in my previous adventures, somehow there was more dynamics and interest. And here there are only songs, and you stomp yourself like a clockwork robot.
The Viscountess nodded in agreement.
