2021.03.26.
Coats of Arms
Why there Lithuanian knight,returning from Polish fight,
claymore you raise over head?
Your horse whiter than snow,
quicker than winds he can go,
Sparks from hooves doused?
I am the charger of Lithuanians,
I bring sword for the sons.
The claymore still fumes with Polish blood,
let them early a taste get
of the blood they’re supposed to let
Freely, amply, how before them I had.
And when I’ll lay in the barrow,
let them hang on the wall
The sword with plough and scythe along.
Whenever they see
let them cry not over me,
But same gifts bring for their own.
Whereto eagle my white
fly you from Lithuanian crag?
Your beak bright like the edge on a spearhead,
but on breast your and talons
redness the toil brought on,
Stay, wash in Nemen, rest before going ahead.
I am the eagle of Poles
I hurry to fellow bird mates
With good news for we have prevailed.
I devoured brains, intestines
I honed my beak on bones,
Breast and talons in blood shall remain.
It’s blood from Lithuanian vein!
Such delicacy pleasant I carry
For my eaglets to try, my dear children
Let them taste Lithuanian