Varangian Odyssey

Miklagard stayed behind so many weeks ago
We sailed along river Dnieper, suffering its rapids' scourge
Only a handful survives this long and distressing trip
But there appears the land that will be called home.

Odyssey began with Rurik's 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 ‘till born from uncertain desires feeding all the fibres of our being.

[Chorus]

“Every dawn I feel my numbed trust, holding the piers of my comrades' future. I must answer to the weeping of a land, lashed by brotherly wars. It's my duty... it's my hand, the one that will unify our Slavic comrades. We are their only hope against the oblivion
I couldn't wait for you to understand the greatness of this trip and I couldn't 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.”

Whispering hypnotic melodies, our people are guided by winds of change
We embrace the deserved glory… Rurik rules over Slavic lands.

[Chorus x2]