And help the whole world to go to the happiness of paradise...

  We are able to conquer the universe even edges,

  The universe without edge to the happiness of the forces to bring!

  But there will be no Elf under the heel of the evil orc,

  Because he has a true talent for battle ...

  In the dance of our girls, to that clockwork,

  What will the beauty get, believe any result!

  Soon the era of the radiant sun will come,

  When the glory of the Fatherland will flourish...

  Our army is famously fighting with the hellish orkmaht ,

  And he will be able to sweep away the horde of evil orcs!

  Hail Holy Lada, our Mother of God,

  You gave birth to Perun, and Yaril of centuries ...

  Hopeless porridge will not receive faith,

  If you spend a lot, you will not hold back words!

  The most important ruler is Elfin the great,

  To him Elnin bequeathed the wisest path to Eden...

  Because Elfisif is the lord of the light,

  And at some point, ideal for fighters!

  Orkshists will not be able to fool the Fatherland,

  And cut off from Elfgi , from Elfbeery Elfsqua...

  I believe in it will live - elves-light under elfinism,

  And Orkdolph's power - I'll erase the girl!

  Soon there will be victory, it's true like the sun,

  Soon there will be a radiance, like the rays of a quasar ...

  And believe the Elfs, elfinism will develop,

  Well, if you don't believe me, you'd better shut up!

  The dead will soon be resurrected by elfinism science,

  Her wisdom is without limits, as great as a quasar...

  We will defeat the Orkshists with our good spirits,

  Let's not give in to the temptation of the golden bag!

  Well, in short it will pass, it's a hell of a time

  We girls in Okrlin in red will enter ...

  And our boundless burden will end,

  Because we will take our happiness with a fight!

  Girls, if they sing, then with all their hearts. Gulliver, although a boy in body, is still a man and admires them very much.

  These are really cool girls.

  The boy captain sang:

  There are women in our Elfia,

  What they drive, joking plane ...

  That everyone in the universe is more beautiful,

  Jokingly, the adversary will be beaten!

  They are born to win

  To glorify the Elf for centuries ...

  After all, our great grandfathers,

  For them, they gathered an army at once!

  And the boy, stomping, barefoot, childish, tanned, strong legs, how to whistle.

  And from his sound a bump fell, and hit the girl right on the bare, pink sole.

  She laughed and replied:

  I pinched a beautiful finger,

  Like burning on fire

  There's a mighty boy waiting for me,

  On a golden horse!

  Gulliver winked at the girl and noted:

  - Well, to be honest,

  I've been terribly bad since childhood!

  He liked to beat the girls with a stick,

  Get on your parents' nerves!

  And the boy-captain took and showed his long tongue.

  The viscountess girl chirped: