Текст песни Денис Малышев - Печальный Скальд

Sing me a song, sad scald,
I spit about what will oppress me.
Hundreds of my brothers already,
Do not return to the native Fiord.
Their faceless goal called
In the distant countries, blade shine.
The wind with the sail was one
Gods themselves drew the path.
Sing me a song, sad scald,
Spit about those whose thread broke.
Whose Dracara went to the bottom,
Staying must be rotten,
SPIAY ON THE BATTLES IN THE BY BOTH MGLL,
Sing, do not try to keep silent about
How hard for the death hour of the armor,
How blades meet thunder.
Sing, so that the voice pierced the hearts,
Song Song, sad scald.
Hands in blood breaking the thread
Strings of RVI, my brothers Slav.
Sing the singer, do not hesitate to tears,
Song like the last time
Sorry about those who drink in Valgalle
And places protects for us.