Na chuzhikh beregakh - perepletenie stali i neba, V ch'ikh-to glazakh - perepletenie boli i gneva; Ey-okh! - vzrezany vikhri uzorami kryliy; V voe vetrov my slyshali pesni poslednikh val'kiriy. Vsporoto nebo i vrezany volny drakon'eyu past'yu; Svetom i vetrom nyne pronzaet zvenyashchie snasti I Luna - ya ee zhdal i lyubil kak nevestu; Nam ne do sna, my deti bogov - nasha uchast' izvestna. V nashikh zrachkakh - ostrye grani vechnogo l'da, A na klykakh - svezheyu krov'yu pakhnet voda; Vidish' mertsanie lezviy sred' stonov razodrannoy nochi, Slovo proshchaniya s zhizn'yu, chto stala mgnoven'ya koroche!.. Vechna pogonya, vechno nad morem letet' nashey vere; Blednye norny shepchut: na sever, vy v serom, vy zveri... No kogda solntsa pervyy luch zaskol'zit nad kholodnoy vodoy, Vstrechayte nas, vernye, - my vernulis' domoy! My vernulis' domoy, my vernulis' domoy, Vstrechay svoikh voinov, Odin, - my vernulis' domoy, No na tekh beregakh - perepletenie stali i neba, A u mertvykh v glazakh - perepletenie boli i gneva... ...stali i neba...boli i gneva...svetom i vetrom...na sever, vy v serom, vy zveri, na sever...