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East Way, East Way
He lay down from the edge and on the edge.
Crossing the Lick Earth
He leads to some paradise.

About this Greeks we sing
But we do not believe them
Silver this path
Leads to the Arab shores.

Dangerous way, hard way -
Only one of the hundred will return
And we leave to close
The edges of the earth, like two wings.

And who will die on the way
Togo we are practicing.
In Valgall, one will meet them
And there will be an eternal feast later.

Our way goes through the sea
And the waves flies dragon,
On terrible rivers and forests -
Like a wounded nightmare.

There is no respite on the way -
She is for us as the gift of the gods,
And we are in a hurry south,
To the wealth of warm banks.

There is no more dangerous space on the way
Than on the river big threshold.
And how many of them were,
Where the enemy is a notching erash.

We paid not silver,
Paid blood for the passage,
Dragged our rooks,
Mixing sweat and blood into the stream.

Here we passed the evil Finland,
There were gards behind,
We saw the country of Bulgar,
Itily water carried us.

But we passed the Khazar
And a train of steppe tribes
And here in Baghdad provided
Caliph us friendship.

I remember these days:
They crashed into my brain so ...
My friends do not return
How not to pass a burning bridge.

Only dust remained from them
And the runes on the stones sing:
"They are absorbed the eastern way,
And the virgins are not waiting for them! "