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East Way, East Way
He lay from edge to edge.
Crossing the face of the earth
He takes him to some kind of paradise.

About this, the Greeks sing to us,
But we do not believe their words
Silver this way
Leads to the Arab shores.

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

And who will perish on the way
That we will sing in the hang.
In Valhalla, One will meet them
And there will be an eternal feast then.

Our way goes through the seas
And a dragcar flies through the waves
On terrible rivers and forests -
Like Utgard, a nightmare.

There is no respite on the way -
She is for us, as a gift from the gods,
And we rush south
To the wealth of warm shores.

There is no more dangerous place on the way
Than a large threshold on the river.
And how many were there,
Where the enemy is a watchful watch.

We didn’t pay in silver,
They paid with blood for the passage
We dragged our rooks
Stirring sweat and blood into the stream.

Here we go evil Finland
Garda left behind
We saw the country of Bulgar,
Itila water carried us.

But we passed the Khazars
And a series of steppe tribes
And in Baghdad he had
The Caliph is a friendly welcome.

I recall these days:
They hit my brain like that ...
I won’t bring my friends back
How not to pass a burning bridge.

All that remains of them is dust
And the runes on the stones sing:
“They were swallowed up by the eastern path,
And let the virgins not wait for them! ”