Текст песни Варяжская сталь - меч мой вынут из доблестных ножен

My sword is drawn from its valiant scabbard
My gaze is fixed on death
Be, you my friend, be careful
The enemy is both great and strong

Chorus.
No matter how much I fight with a sword in my life
My spirit was firm and my gaze was bright
I was eager to fight, I looked death in the face
No need to live, I don't care anymore

Quietly the executioner struck the hour of death
And I fell to my knees
This is the end, the end for all of us
In a whisper, a friend told me

Mother cried over the loss of centuries
Son, he won't come
Remains of the torment of forgotten years
No one is waiting for happiness anymore