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Many a month on the rivers |
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Of these foreign lands |
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All the dangers we've mastered |
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Under Odin's hand |
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But as the dnepr widens |
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I can feel the breeze from the sea |
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And the seagull's laughter |
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Sounds like home to me |
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A song of home. And to be free |
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Oh put our backs |
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To the wind once more |
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Set the sails for a distant shore |
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On the waves of the black sea ride |
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Brothers in arms side by side |
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Put our dragons on the open sea |
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Where a norseman may feel free |
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Wake the spirit in every man |
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Put our backs to the wind again |
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And we are sailing southbound |
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Towards the city of stone |
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Many tales we have heard |
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Of it's wonders unknown |
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After weeks of sailing |
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Its towers |
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in the sun dusk appear |
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And we glaze at its wonders |
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Up to the city we steer |
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In awe we watch |
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Its walls draw near |