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...
