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Eastern path, eastern path
He lay down from the edge and to the edge.
Crossing the face of the earth
He leads to some paradise.

The Greeks sing about this,
But we do not believe their words
This is the silver path
Leads to the Arab shores.

Dangerous path, difficult path -
Only one of a hundred will return,
And we leave to close
The edges of the earth are like two wings.

And who will die in the way
We will sing in hanging.
In Valgalla, one will meet them
And there will be an eternal feast later.

Our path goes through the seas
And Drakkar flies along the waves,
On terrible rivers and forests -
Like Utgard Koshmar.

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

There is no more dangerous place on the way
Than on the river a large threshold.
And how many of them were there,
Where the enemy was a fading guard.

We paid not silver
They paid blood for the passage
We dragged our boats
Drinking sweat and blood in the stream.

Here we have passed the evil Finland
There were guard behind
We saw the country of Bulgar,
Itila of water carried us.

But we have passed the Khazar
And a series of steppe tribes
And in Baghdad he showed
The caliph is a friendly technique for us.

I remember these days:
They crashed into my brain so ...
My friends can not be returned
How not to get a burning bridge.

Only dust remained from them
And the runes on the stones sing:
“They were absorbed by the eastern path,
And let them not wait for them! "