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!Voting for Round 4!
Greetings everyone!!! Let us rejoice, gentlemen! Finally, we can view and evaluate the heroic songs of our dear and battle-hardened female participants!!! Everyone votes!)))
This time the contest is anonymous, which means there's a change in the rules;):
1. Vote for the song (that is, the interpretation;)) that you like!
2. Participants send their votes to me via "PM".
3. Authors of the works are forbidden from revealing the secret of authorship (said it clunkily, but oh well:)).
4. Again, follow the forum rules.
5. Discuss modestly, without swearing, in a civilized manner.
6. Oh, one more thing... participants cannot vote for themselves!;)
From my beloved self, I wish all participants elven luck and high fighting spirit!)))
Well, let us begin...
Original:
"The Magnificent Five and the Goalie"
The daring music of attack rings in the ears
Pass more accurately to the stick, strike harder
And everything is fine if only on the rink
Are the magnificent five and the goalie
The ice crew leads a grim battle
We believe in the courage of desperate guys
Real men play hockey
A coward does not play hockey
A coward does not play hockey
May the same light pulse more often behind the opponent's goal
Like a victorious lightning bolt
But if necessary, they defend brilliantly
The magnificent five and the goalie
The ice crew leads a grim battle
We believe in the courage of desperate guys
Real men play hockey
A coward does not play hockey
A coward does not play hockey
Many beautiful matches will be played
And we will not forget, we will not forget how in old times
Gold and cups were won in battles by
The magnificent five and the goalie
The ice crew leads a grim battle
We believe in the courage of desperate guys
Real men play hockey
A coward does not play hockey
A coward does not play hockey
Interpretation:
Dedicated to our victories:
"The Magnificent Seven and Tazar"
The daring music of attack rings in the ears.
Spend all your mana, strain yourself, hold the blow!
But everything is fine if only on the map
Are the magnificent seven and Tazar*!
The swamp crew goes to a death struggle,
And here and there are tracks of unseen beasts.
Behind us is our home and half the maps,
Into battle then—forward and bolder,
Into battle then—look, do not be afraid!!!
May "suckers" flicker more often in our opponent's Castle,
And suddenly a blow follows,
And yet today they defend brilliantly
The magnificent seven and Tazar!
The swamp crew leads a grim battle,
We believe in the loyalty of desperate beasts!
Let only men rush blindly into the fray,
Ladies play more wisely!
Ladies play bolder!
May many beautiful games be played,
But we and all enemies will not forget how in old times,
Gold and cups were won in battles by
The magnificent seven and Tazar!
*Tazar—a hero specializing in Defense. In common parlance, affectionately called Tankosaur or simply Tank.
Original:
"March of the Artillerists"
Music: T. Khrennikov
Lyrics: V. Gusev
Burning in our hearts
Is love for the native land
We go into a death struggle
For the honor of our native country.
Cities are ablaze,
Engulfed in smoke,
In the gray forests thunders
The grim god of war
Artillerists,
A precise order is given,
Artillerists,
The Fatherland calls us!
From many thousands of batteries
For the tears of our mothers
For our Motherland—
Fire, fire!
Know, dear mother,
Know, wife-companion,
Know, distant home
And all my family,
That our steel blizzard
Strikes and burns the enemy
That we bring freedom
To native lands.
Artillerists,
A precise order is given,
Artillerists,
The Fatherland calls us!
From many thousands of batteries
For the tears of our mothers
For our Motherland—
Fire, fire!
The hour of victory will strike,
The campaign will come to an end,
But before going away
To their own native homes,
In honor of the native army,
In honor of our people
We will give a joyful salute
At the midnight hour.
Artillerists,
A precise order is given,
Artillerists,
The Fatherland calls us!
From many thousands of batteries
For the tears of our mothers
For our Motherland—
Fire, fire!
Interpretation:
"Elven Battle Song"
Hearts burn in us
With love for Illoran!
We go into a death struggle
For the honor and life of Silvan.
Cities are ablaze,
Engulfed in hellish heat,
And in the scorched forests
The Necromancer rages!
Druids,
A precise order is given,
Forward,
Silanna believes in us!
We'll take lightning from the book
And charge it to the full!
For our Motherland—
Fire, fire!
Know, dear mother,
Know, my Silvanka,
Know, distant home
And all my family,
That the elven crew
Strikes and burns the enemy,
That we bring freedom
To native lands.
Druids,
A precise order is given,
Forward,
Silanna believes in us!
We'll take lightning from the book
And charge it to the full!
For our Motherland—
Fire, fire!
The hour of victory will strike,
The campaign will come to an end,
But before going away
To their own native homes,
In honor of the native army,
In honor of our people
We will give a joyful salute
At the midnight hour.
Druids,
A precise order is given,
Forward,
Silanna believes in us!
We'll take lightning from the book
And charge it to the full!
For our Motherland—
Fire, fire!
Original:
"Call of Blood"
Performer: "Melnitsa"
Your path
Autumn wind
Steppe eagle
Spreads its wings,
Your path
Like a tight whip
Dusts over every step
Your path
Over the bones of the earth,
Your path
Through chains of water
On supple paws
Beasts walked,
Sensing the smell of trouble
Call of blood
On dragon armor
The sun flared up
Call of blood
Did you realize long ago
That no one will return
At the great hunt
The day begins,
A solar sign dances
On the string of a bow
Behind your back silently
A shadow spreads
In the intertwining
Of harsh grass
The path flows along the ridges
Of wild mountains
Through dry feather-grass
And through gray feathers
Where death lights a campfire
You inhale the smoke
Call of blood
Hawk vision
Human eyes
Call of blood
The logs flared up
They will not return back
Call of blood
And steel laughs
Drunk on blood
Do you know how they waited for you here?
There was no life,
Only war.
With a light step you enter death.
The fabric of existence unravels, smoldering,
Rage is bright, like a torch, the blade.
And not the underworld will receive you,
But a warrior god
Will meet you with a smile
Call of blood
With death's wolfish grin
You will smirk in its face
Call of blood
You always knew
That you would not return.
Call of blood
Call of blood
Interpretation:
"Call of Vengeance"
Our path
Fair wind
White griffon
Spreads its wings,
Our path
Like a tight whip
Dusts over every step
Our path
Over the bones of the earth,
Our path
Through chains of water
On supple paws
Beasts walked,
Sensing the taste of victory afar
Call of vengeance
On a dragon's wing
The sun flared up
Call of vengeance
Everyone realized
That they would return with victory
At the great hunt
The day begins,
A solar sign dances
On the string of a bow
Behind your back silently
A shadow spreads
In the intertwining
Of thick grass
The path flows along the ridges
Of wild mountains
Through dry steppes
Through gray snows
Where warriors of death light campfires
We smell the smoke
Call of vengeance
Hawk vision
In our eyes
Call of vengeance
Villages are ablaze
There is no way back for us
Call of vengeance
Beasts roar
Drunk on blood
They've waited for us here long.
There was no life,
In the furnace of war.
Trumpets call us to a glorious victory!
Vengeance will overtake, run or not,
Eyes blaze with bright rage.
Sharp fangs will sink into flesh,
The enemy won't have time to say a word
Call of vengeance
Death with a wolfish grin
Will smirk in your face
Call of vengeance
Everyone knew,
That they would return with victory.
Call of vengeance
Call of vengeance
Original:
"Farewell Letter"
Performer: "Nautilus Pompilius"
When all the songs fall silent,
The ones I do not know,
In the tart air will cry out
My last paper boat.
Good-bye America – oh,
Where I have never been.
Farewell forever,
Take a banjo and play me a farewell song
La-la-lai la-la-la-lai-la,
La-la-lai la-la-la-lai-la…
Your worn-out jeans
Have become too small for me,
We were taught so long
To love your forbidden fruits.
Good-bye America – oh,
Where I will never be.
Will I hear the song,
That I will remember forever?
La-la-lai la-la-la-lai-la,
La-la-lai la-la-la-lai-la…
Interpretation:
Untitled
When all the zombies fall silent,
The ones I brought back to life,
In the tart air will cry out
The last upgraded griffon…
Good-bye Empire, ooo
Where I have never been
Farewell forever
And I'm retiring to my spacious crypt…
La-la-lai la-la-la-lai-la,
La-la-lai la-la-la-lai-la…
My worn-out coffin
Has become critically small for me.
I studied so long
How to summon vampires and undead.
Good-bye Empire, ooo
Where I will never be
Elite crypts
Are so expensive it's a tragedy...
La-la-lai la-la-la-lai-la,
La-la-lai la-la-la-lai-la…
Original:
"Fire"
Lyrics: Olga Lishina, Helavisa
Music: Helavisa
Arrangement: Melnitsa
I will gather words in the forests,
I will feed the fire with wine.
Under the sickle, grass is like a wave -
I will dilute hope with sleep.
To create you -
Three years of not speaking.
The heart is boiled in milk,
A nettle leaf - a fire in the eyes.
Moonlight on your hand,
On the shirt - a red pattern.
On the shirt - a red rooster,
And should I spare the fire?
When the smoke takes one's breath away,
How brightly the prince will smile!
To cast spells on you -
To walk barefoot over coals.
To kiss you -
To count stars under the ashes.
In three years to weave the grass,
With dark hair to embroider the path,
Gather all sparks upon it -
Fingers burn with pain, but so be it.
I share blood between two without words,
The snows will turn black by spring,
With a crimson ribbon of night campfires
I give my soul to you.
Know, ash -
All tears have been wept.
You also know, resin -
I have driven away all winds.
Where now to find warmth -
I gave away my whole soul,
But another found you,
Another led you by the hand,
And for that I cursed her.
There will be time, and there will be night+
As in a hungry, moonless hour
Run away, home-wrecker, begone -
My prince will turn into fire.
House and forest will flare up with gunpowder,
And the road for him is to my land.
When the hem of the heavens smolders,
Take me as I am!
Interpretation:
Untitled
Through forests we will pass without wounds,
Through fire we will pass without being burned.
Under the sickle, grass is like a wave,
We strike enemy flesh - with the sword.
To create war -
To be in a foreign land for years.
The heart beats in time with the battle,
Arrows whistle - a fire in the eyes.
Moonlight will dispel the darkness for us,
On our blades is a red pattern.
A grim conspiracy - a red rooster,
And should we spare the fire?
When the smoke takes one's breath away,
How brightly the prince will smile!
To cast spells on enemies -
To walk over coals ourselves.
To take life -
To count stars under the ashes.
In three years to weave fate,
With a bright thread to embroider the path,
Gather all sparks upon it -
The heart burns with pain, but so be it.
We pour blood on the earth without words,
The snows will turn black by spring,
With a crimson ribbon of night campfires
We will come to our native land!
Know, ash -
The native land is under protection.
You also know, resin -
The enemy banner has burned to the ground.
The moonlit night is warm -
Earth and water sleep quietly,
But a black host suddenly arrived,
Our eyes will flare up with fire,
We will curse the black power.
There will be time, and there will be night+
As in a hungry, moonless hour
Run away, dark power, begone -
Our anger will turn into fire.
House and forest will flare up with gunpowder,
And the road for you is to the land of the dead.
When the hem of the heavens smolders,
Meet us with victory!
Greetings everyone!!! Let us rejoice, gentlemen! Finally, we can view and evaluate the heroic songs of our dear and battle-hardened female participants!!! Everyone votes!)))
This time the contest is anonymous, which means there's a change in the rules;):
1. Vote for the song (that is, the interpretation;)) that you like!
2. Participants send their votes to me via "PM".
3. Authors of the works are forbidden from revealing the secret of authorship (said it clunkily, but oh well:)).
4. Again, follow the forum rules.
5. Discuss modestly, without swearing, in a civilized manner.
6. Oh, one more thing... participants cannot vote for themselves!;)
From my beloved self, I wish all participants elven luck and high fighting spirit!)))
Well, let us begin...
Battle Song №1
Original:
"The Magnificent Five and the Goalie"
The daring music of attack rings in the ears
Pass more accurately to the stick, strike harder
And everything is fine if only on the rink
Are the magnificent five and the goalie
The ice crew leads a grim battle
We believe in the courage of desperate guys
Real men play hockey
A coward does not play hockey
A coward does not play hockey
May the same light pulse more often behind the opponent's goal
Like a victorious lightning bolt
But if necessary, they defend brilliantly
The magnificent five and the goalie
The ice crew leads a grim battle
We believe in the courage of desperate guys
Real men play hockey
A coward does not play hockey
A coward does not play hockey
Many beautiful matches will be played
And we will not forget, we will not forget how in old times
Gold and cups were won in battles by
The magnificent five and the goalie
The ice crew leads a grim battle
We believe in the courage of desperate guys
Real men play hockey
A coward does not play hockey
A coward does not play hockey
Interpretation:
Dedicated to our victories:
"The Magnificent Seven and Tazar"
The daring music of attack rings in the ears.
Spend all your mana, strain yourself, hold the blow!
But everything is fine if only on the map
Are the magnificent seven and Tazar*!
The swamp crew goes to a death struggle,
And here and there are tracks of unseen beasts.
Behind us is our home and half the maps,
Into battle then—forward and bolder,
Into battle then—look, do not be afraid!!!
May "suckers" flicker more often in our opponent's Castle,
And suddenly a blow follows,
And yet today they defend brilliantly
The magnificent seven and Tazar!
The swamp crew leads a grim battle,
We believe in the loyalty of desperate beasts!
Let only men rush blindly into the fray,
Ladies play more wisely!
Ladies play bolder!
May many beautiful games be played,
But we and all enemies will not forget how in old times,
Gold and cups were won in battles by
The magnificent seven and Tazar!
*Tazar—a hero specializing in Defense. In common parlance, affectionately called Tankosaur or simply Tank.
Battle Song №2
Original:
"March of the Artillerists"
Music: T. Khrennikov
Lyrics: V. Gusev
Burning in our hearts
Is love for the native land
We go into a death struggle
For the honor of our native country.
Cities are ablaze,
Engulfed in smoke,
In the gray forests thunders
The grim god of war
Artillerists,
A precise order is given,
Artillerists,
The Fatherland calls us!
From many thousands of batteries
For the tears of our mothers
For our Motherland—
Fire, fire!
Know, dear mother,
Know, wife-companion,
Know, distant home
And all my family,
That our steel blizzard
Strikes and burns the enemy
That we bring freedom
To native lands.
Artillerists,
A precise order is given,
Artillerists,
The Fatherland calls us!
From many thousands of batteries
For the tears of our mothers
For our Motherland—
Fire, fire!
The hour of victory will strike,
The campaign will come to an end,
But before going away
To their own native homes,
In honor of the native army,
In honor of our people
We will give a joyful salute
At the midnight hour.
Artillerists,
A precise order is given,
Artillerists,
The Fatherland calls us!
From many thousands of batteries
For the tears of our mothers
For our Motherland—
Fire, fire!
Interpretation:
"Elven Battle Song"
Hearts burn in us
With love for Illoran!
We go into a death struggle
For the honor and life of Silvan.
Cities are ablaze,
Engulfed in hellish heat,
And in the scorched forests
The Necromancer rages!
Druids,
A precise order is given,
Forward,
Silanna believes in us!
We'll take lightning from the book
And charge it to the full!
For our Motherland—
Fire, fire!
Know, dear mother,
Know, my Silvanka,
Know, distant home
And all my family,
That the elven crew
Strikes and burns the enemy,
That we bring freedom
To native lands.
Druids,
A precise order is given,
Forward,
Silanna believes in us!
We'll take lightning from the book
And charge it to the full!
For our Motherland—
Fire, fire!
The hour of victory will strike,
The campaign will come to an end,
But before going away
To their own native homes,
In honor of the native army,
In honor of our people
We will give a joyful salute
At the midnight hour.
Druids,
A precise order is given,
Forward,
Silanna believes in us!
We'll take lightning from the book
And charge it to the full!
For our Motherland—
Fire, fire!
Battle Song №3
Original:
"Call of Blood"
Performer: "Melnitsa"
Your path
Autumn wind
Steppe eagle
Spreads its wings,
Your path
Like a tight whip
Dusts over every step
Your path
Over the bones of the earth,
Your path
Through chains of water
On supple paws
Beasts walked,
Sensing the smell of trouble
Call of blood
On dragon armor
The sun flared up
Call of blood
Did you realize long ago
That no one will return
At the great hunt
The day begins,
A solar sign dances
On the string of a bow
Behind your back silently
A shadow spreads
In the intertwining
Of harsh grass
The path flows along the ridges
Of wild mountains
Through dry feather-grass
And through gray feathers
Where death lights a campfire
You inhale the smoke
Call of blood
Hawk vision
Human eyes
Call of blood
The logs flared up
They will not return back
Call of blood
And steel laughs
Drunk on blood
Do you know how they waited for you here?
There was no life,
Only war.
With a light step you enter death.
The fabric of existence unravels, smoldering,
Rage is bright, like a torch, the blade.
And not the underworld will receive you,
But a warrior god
Will meet you with a smile
Call of blood
With death's wolfish grin
You will smirk in its face
Call of blood
You always knew
That you would not return.
Call of blood
Call of blood
Interpretation:
"Call of Vengeance"
Our path
Fair wind
White griffon
Spreads its wings,
Our path
Like a tight whip
Dusts over every step
Our path
Over the bones of the earth,
Our path
Through chains of water
On supple paws
Beasts walked,
Sensing the taste of victory afar
Call of vengeance
On a dragon's wing
The sun flared up
Call of vengeance
Everyone realized
That they would return with victory
At the great hunt
The day begins,
A solar sign dances
On the string of a bow
Behind your back silently
A shadow spreads
In the intertwining
Of thick grass
The path flows along the ridges
Of wild mountains
Through dry steppes
Through gray snows
Where warriors of death light campfires
We smell the smoke
Call of vengeance
Hawk vision
In our eyes
Call of vengeance
Villages are ablaze
There is no way back for us
Call of vengeance
Beasts roar
Drunk on blood
They've waited for us here long.
There was no life,
In the furnace of war.
Trumpets call us to a glorious victory!
Vengeance will overtake, run or not,
Eyes blaze with bright rage.
Sharp fangs will sink into flesh,
The enemy won't have time to say a word
Call of vengeance
Death with a wolfish grin
Will smirk in your face
Call of vengeance
Everyone knew,
That they would return with victory.
Call of vengeance
Call of vengeance
Battle Song №4
Original:
"Farewell Letter"
Performer: "Nautilus Pompilius"
When all the songs fall silent,
The ones I do not know,
In the tart air will cry out
My last paper boat.
Good-bye America – oh,
Where I have never been.
Farewell forever,
Take a banjo and play me a farewell song
La-la-lai la-la-la-lai-la,
La-la-lai la-la-la-lai-la…
Your worn-out jeans
Have become too small for me,
We were taught so long
To love your forbidden fruits.
Good-bye America – oh,
Where I will never be.
Will I hear the song,
That I will remember forever?
La-la-lai la-la-la-lai-la,
La-la-lai la-la-la-lai-la…
Interpretation:
Untitled
When all the zombies fall silent,
The ones I brought back to life,
In the tart air will cry out
The last upgraded griffon…
Good-bye Empire, ooo
Where I have never been
Farewell forever
And I'm retiring to my spacious crypt…
La-la-lai la-la-la-lai-la,
La-la-lai la-la-la-lai-la…
My worn-out coffin
Has become critically small for me.
I studied so long
How to summon vampires and undead.
Good-bye Empire, ooo
Where I will never be
Elite crypts
Are so expensive it's a tragedy...
La-la-lai la-la-la-lai-la,
La-la-lai la-la-la-lai-la…
Battle Song №5
Original:
"Fire"
Lyrics: Olga Lishina, Helavisa
Music: Helavisa
Arrangement: Melnitsa
I will gather words in the forests,
I will feed the fire with wine.
Under the sickle, grass is like a wave -
I will dilute hope with sleep.
To create you -
Three years of not speaking.
The heart is boiled in milk,
A nettle leaf - a fire in the eyes.
Moonlight on your hand,
On the shirt - a red pattern.
On the shirt - a red rooster,
And should I spare the fire?
When the smoke takes one's breath away,
How brightly the prince will smile!
To cast spells on you -
To walk barefoot over coals.
To kiss you -
To count stars under the ashes.
In three years to weave the grass,
With dark hair to embroider the path,
Gather all sparks upon it -
Fingers burn with pain, but so be it.
I share blood between two without words,
The snows will turn black by spring,
With a crimson ribbon of night campfires
I give my soul to you.
Know, ash -
All tears have been wept.
You also know, resin -
I have driven away all winds.
Where now to find warmth -
I gave away my whole soul,
But another found you,
Another led you by the hand,
And for that I cursed her.
There will be time, and there will be night+
As in a hungry, moonless hour
Run away, home-wrecker, begone -
My prince will turn into fire.
House and forest will flare up with gunpowder,
And the road for him is to my land.
When the hem of the heavens smolders,
Take me as I am!
Interpretation:
Untitled
Through forests we will pass without wounds,
Through fire we will pass without being burned.
Under the sickle, grass is like a wave,
We strike enemy flesh - with the sword.
To create war -
To be in a foreign land for years.
The heart beats in time with the battle,
Arrows whistle - a fire in the eyes.
Moonlight will dispel the darkness for us,
On our blades is a red pattern.
A grim conspiracy - a red rooster,
And should we spare the fire?
When the smoke takes one's breath away,
How brightly the prince will smile!
To cast spells on enemies -
To walk over coals ourselves.
To take life -
To count stars under the ashes.
In three years to weave fate,
With a bright thread to embroider the path,
Gather all sparks upon it -
The heart burns with pain, but so be it.
We pour blood on the earth without words,
The snows will turn black by spring,
With a crimson ribbon of night campfires
We will come to our native land!
Know, ash -
The native land is under protection.
You also know, resin -
The enemy banner has burned to the ground.
The moonlit night is warm -
Earth and water sleep quietly,
But a black host suddenly arrived,
Our eyes will flare up with fire,
We will curse the black power.
There will be time, and there will be night+
As in a hungry, moonless hour
Run away, dark power, begone -
Our anger will turn into fire.
House and forest will flare up with gunpowder,
And the road for you is to the land of the dead.
When the hem of the heavens smolders,
Meet us with victory!
