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Miklagard stayed behind so many weeks ago
We sailed along river Dnieper, suffering its rapidsâ scourge
Only a handful survives this long and distressing trip
But there appears the land that will be called home
Odyssey began with Rurikâs wish, encouraging pride of Varangians.
Although misgiving corrodes the souls, fate reserves us its reward.
CHORUS:
Varjagien seikkailuretki
Seuramassa polkuja uuteen elämään
Unknown landscapes of luxuriant trees arise before some sceptic eyes
But dreams âtill born from uncertain desires feeding all the fibres of our being
CHORUS
âEvery dawn I feel my numbed trust, holding the piers of my comradesâ future. I must answer to the weeping of a land, lashed by brotherly wars. Itâs my duty... itâs my hand, the one that will unify our Slavic comrades. We are their only hope against the oblivion.
I couldnât wait for you to understand the greatness of this trip and I couldnât force you to follow every step I make. Nevertheless, your warmest feeling wraps me and makes me strong to resist... and to give you the promised gift.â
Whispering hypnotic melodies, our people are guided by winds of change
We embrace the deserved glory⦠Rurik rules over Slavic lands
CHORUS (x2)