Текст песни Сергей Уткин - Крепче воин сжимай топор

Tight squeeze warrior ax
The trouble comes on the heels
Aliens Drakar closed the circle
Loki frantic Jarl.

Dozens of hooks dug into the side
Prostrelyanny sail taut
Even though you are a great fighter born,
You're not coming home.

Do not believe the same Freya Lady of dreams,
After sharp steel stranger,
Easily chopped by starlight
But do not survive until morning.

Dozens of arrows on the shell knock,
And in one's throat enough,
Even though you are a great fighter born,
You're not coming home.

On the feast of blades friends call me,
Call them to battle,
All those who have gone into the depths of the seas,
Standing waist-deep in the blood.

And no graves in the smooth surface of the sea,
As there is no trace of the stern,
Odin himself hardly undertake to say
When you return home.

1st verse again.