The Normans came to Hastings battle
And conquered cloudy Albion.
Today they gather and they settle
And build the strongest bastion.
They placed the tents on field of Hastings,
They have to fight until the end.
Tomorrow they’ll restore the justice,
Tomorrow armies will be stand.
The King put on his golden armor,
He looked and looked at Hastings field.
He saw the brown Norman arrow
And at the end he will be killed.
The next day armies fought for hours.
And William on a brown horse
Whose cloak was full of burning flowers
Ended the battle with his choice.
The end came when the Norman horseman
Killed Harold in the English rear.
And when the way was really open
Duke William took the royal swear.
The battle of Hastings перевод своего стихотворени
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