Текст песни Фёдор Шаляпин - Песня Варяжского гостя

About crushed rock terrible roaring waves
And , with a white penoyu cool, running back.
But firmly gray rocks endure the pressure waves
Above the sea standing .

From the cliffs of stone at us, Vikings , dice ,
From that waves of the sea in our blood - ore is gone .
A thought on the mystery of fog ,
We were born in the sea die at sea.

Damascus swords , arrows are sharp from the Vikings ,
Apply death without fail , they enemy ,
Brave people of midnight ,
One of their great - god , sullen sea