| We floated down the river far to the east,
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| In the heart of the land of Russia.
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| We kept the wind in their sails
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| And the beat feathered.
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| There will be no salvation in the enemy’s land,
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| Only courage in our hearts.
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| We are ready to attack and defend
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| Our ship — to the death.
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| And now — we are under attack.
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| Spear thrust into his back,
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| My wound is mortal,
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| But I did not leave the system.
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| When I die,
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| Bury me in a barrow.
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| Put the stone in order to see everything —
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| In runes memory of me.
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| So I’m lying on the river bank.
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| How far it is my home!
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| Life is leaving me,
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| And soon I will die.
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| I turn my head,
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| And I think about those who are at home.
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| I can see how fast the river flows,
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| Like blood from my wound.
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| I’m lying on the wet sand,
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| Here, I do not find shelter.
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| Compressed sword in hand,
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| I say, «Goodbye!"those whom I love.
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| When I die,
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| Bury me in a barrow.
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| Put the gun nearby,
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| So that got me to the vaults of Valhalla.
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| When I die,
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| Bury me in a barrow.
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| Put the stone in order to see everything —
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| In runes memory of me. |