Текст песни Николай Римский-Корсаков - Ария Варяжского гостя

About crushed rock terrible roaring waves
And penoyu white , cool, running back
But firmly gray cliffs
Endure the pressure waves , standing above the sea

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

Damascus swords , arrows are sharp at the Vikings
Apply death they enemy without a miss
Brave people of midnight
One of their great god , sullen sea!