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How prophetic Oleg is now being assembled,
To take revenge on the unreasonable Khazars,
Their villages and fields for a violent raid
He condemned to swords and fires.

Chorus:
So louder music, play victory!
We are the winners, and the enemy runs, runs, runs!
So for the Tsar, for the Motherland, for the Faith
We'll hit a loud hurray, hurray, hurray!

From the dark forest towards him
There is an inspired wizard
An old man obedient to Perun,
Covenants of the coming messenger.

"Tell me, magician, favorite of the gods,
What will come true in life with me?
And soon, to the joy of the neighbors-enemies,
Will I fall asleep with earth?

Magi are not afraid of mighty rulers,
And they do not need a princely gift;
Their prophetic language is truthful and free
And with the will of heaven is friendly.

Remember now my word:
Glory is a joy to the warrior;
Your name is glorified by victory;
Your shield at the gates of Constantinople