Текст песни Хор Турецкого - Песня Варяжского гостя

The formidable rocks crush against the roaring waves,
And with white foam, spinning, run back,
But solid gray cliffs
They stand the pressure of the waves, standing above the sea.
From the rocks of those stone ones, Varangians, bones,
From that wave of sea, the ore began to bleed in us,
And thoughts of mystery from the mists
We were born into the sea, die at sea.
Damask swords, arrows sharp at the Varangians,
They inflict death without a miss to the enemy.
Brave people of the midnight countries,
Great is their One God, a gloomy sea.