Crusader (The Song About Trolls II)

Late at night in a marsh, a gang of trolls were drinking,
And naturally, they found they needed one more barrel of brew.
What do drunken trolls do, when the night is dark?
They've got to go to the old man in the village to get more of that brew.

They walked to the village in vain, for the old man had died the day before.
They villagers had drunk up all the brew at the funerals.
So the trolls ate all the villagers, but to no avail:
You can’t get any higher that way. So they had to go back to the forest.

“Who is that crawling about in the forest, among the spruces and roots?”
The trolls smelled loathsome human blood.
“Forgive me, Herren Trolls. I am a crusader - a runaway prisoner.
I’ll get you more schnapps than you can drink, just get me to Dubroŭna!”

In a tight formation, armed with spears made from spruces,
The trolls, high on mushrooms, are marching to the Battle of Grunwald.
The carts of the crusaders who went against the Litwins,
Are full of schnapps and delicious soldiers to go with it.

The furious battle rages, the trolls suddenly gone mad,
Killing knights in metal armor like flies.
Few are left, the schnapps is getting closer.
And with that schnapps, they will have some crusaders and mushrooms.



Kryżak (Pieśnia Pra Trolau II)

Ciomnaj noczczu na bałocie banda trolau piła.
Dy, kaniesznie, boczki brahi trolam nie chapiła.
Noczkaj ciomnaj trolam pjanym czym siabie zaniaci?
Treba u wiosku jści da dzieda, jeszcze brahi uziaci.

Szlach da wioski byu daremny, dzed pamior jaszcze uczora.
Brahu wypili sialanie na chauturach użo da kropli.
Troli zjeli usich sialanau, ale to daremna praca:
Hradus hetym nie padniaci, treba u les iści wiartacca.

"Chto tam woszkajecca u lesie pamiż jełak dy karczou?" -
Adczuwajuć troli złyja brydku czaławieczu krou.
"Wybaczajcie, hery troli, ja kryżak, szto uciok z pałona.
Dam wam sznapsu, choć zalicieś, zawiadzicie pad Dubrouna!"

Kroczać szczylnymi szychtami, parabiuszy z jełak dzidy,
Złyja troli pad hrybami na hrunwaldskuju na bitwu.
U abozach, u kryżackich, szto pajszli suprać lićwinau,
Sznapsu szmat i smacznych wojau na zakusku jość.

Siecza lutaja idzie, troli zwarjacieli raptam.
Bjuć, nibyta kamarou, rycarau u żaleznych łatach.
Zastałosia użo niaszmat, sznaps użo nie za harami.
I zakusiać hety sznaps kryżakami dy hrybami.