Твой драккар на дне лежит, Сердце пламенем горит И прохладны воды в море, Но душа не знает горя. День придет, наступит час. Смерть ждет каждого из нас.
Thy long at the bottom lies the heart of flame burning and cool water at sea, but the soul knows no sorrow. The day will come one hour. Death awaits each of us.
Your Drakkar lying at the bottom, Heart flame lit and cool water in the sea, but the soul does not know sorrow. The day will come, the hour. Death is waiting for each of us.
your viking ships at the bottom is the heart of fire, and прохладны water into the sea, but i do not know sorrow. the day, the hour will come to pass. death awaits all of us.