Phew, I struggled with it for a long time. I already posted it on the forum of the "Heroes" corner, and now I'm posting it here. A song about the Dwarves (the melody is taken from Makarevich's "Blue Bird"). We walked such long distances: You can't figure anything out without a half-liter. We didn't get discouraged in ambushes - We drank wine in the snow and in the rain. We don't cry in icy water And we don't burn in fire! We are hunters for treasure - Gold from the depths of the mountains. We are hunters for treasure - Gold from the depths of the mountains. They say that over these years All the gold in the world has disappeared, That among the rest of the ore There is no such metal! They say that it was taken To distant lands long ago, But I declare directly: "We will still get some anyway." I declare directly: "We will still get some anyway." But, alas, there are disputes in the kingdom. And the reason is trivial - The Imperial Lords wanted To get our boy. That boy is Prince Andrei, The Imperial family, But we just want more wine - Their problems don't matter to us. We just want more wine - Their problems don't matter to us. We cast wonderful magic - We use runes instead of spells. And we use another power - Besides mana, we have a gift - Runes are a serious matter - A lot of money is needed for them. And what are they needed for? It's very simple, We have to pay for the runes, damn it. What are they needed for? It's very simple, We have to pay for the runes, damn it.