"The Northern Fleet" [2004]

Song: Gorsheniov (text, music, lead vocal)

Fierce winds are tearing the sails. An old Varangian is standing at the steering wheel. Tomorrow, three ships will sink – it is common for a sailor.

The Northern Fleet! Only forward! Bastards, take off the sails! Aboard!

We are run out of meat in the hold, and beer. How much is left to the great Rome? It will be hard for us to hold on, but we can make it! Enrichment is waiting for us like a woman.

The Northern Fleet! Only forward! Bastards, take off the sails! Aboard!

The worst of the cold is waiting for the tired warriors. The Northern Fleet is moving to the unknown. This land is godforsaken: the enemy will be crying – nothing was in vain...

In Russian: http://www.korol-i-shut.ru/disco/30/

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