| The evening casts long shadows
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| Red sun is setting beyond the forest
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| Kurbads is going to guard the bridge
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| Where the swift blood river runs
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| It’s midnight and the ground starts to shake
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| The Nine-headed ogre is heading here
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| Look, Kurbads, that’s a lot of heads there!
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| Stopping by the bridge, ogre shouts:
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| — «Kurbads, you bastard, let me pass
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| Your life is drawing to an end!»
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| — «You better come and fight me here
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| Because I have something for you»:
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| Strong hands and a brave heart
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| Three stars which shine on my sword!
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| Now hero strikes as hard as he can
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| A few heads fall down
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| Three new ones grow in place where the others fell
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| Ogre is going to ram him into the ground
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| — «Your life ends here, you bastard!»
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| — «Wait, give me a break to rest my hands
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| That’s the way true warriors fight
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| For even rain and wind must sometime cease»
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| From the jug, blood already overflows
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| But brothers don’t care, they sleep tight
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| Kurbads hurls a mace to awaken them
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| Let them hurry with the news for his mother
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| Where Kurbads hacked, his mother kicked
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| Now it’s working
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| Now it can be done
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| Like a rotten trunk
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| The Nine-headed falls
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| Strong hands and a brave heart
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| Three stars which shine on my sword
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| Strong hands and a friend’s shoulder — the sun is
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| rising! |