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Song Of The Varangian Guest From The Opera 'sadko'
Song of the Varangian Guest from the Opera 'Sadko'
The waves terrible break up with the roaring on the rocks
And, turning with the white foam, run back.
But firmly the grey cliffs endure the waves rush
Stand over the sea.
From those rocks stone at us, Varangians, the bones are,
From the sea waves in us, the blood-ore went.
And the thoughts are secret from the fog,
We born at the sea will die at the sea.
The swords is the bulat, the arrows are sharp at the Varangians,
They cause the death missless to the enemy,
The people of the midnight ...
Katrine Valery Alalykin
To you I will not come today.
The stars in the sky were scattered by the flakes.
Here again I go melancholy
On the wheat with the tight ears.
In the field there is nobody, I am one.
And where I go, myself I do not know.
To me recently has told Katrine:
«It is hard to me with you the fidget»