Lorenz

On the road to Novgorod

A balalaika on the roof burns my soul

with the echo of distant steppes .

A bird of fire flies across the steel  sky ,

snow coat has a strange melancholy face...

Friend ,once again the battle  calls !

I love this low melody  that rises 

from an oriental dawn ,daughter of winter !

The strenght of rough waters warms 

iron -stone souls and fearless  hearts !

Friends ,the songs draw you  towards the infinite

which has the face of unreachable love ...

I feel the breath of this tragedy 

on the road to  Novgorod ...

Father,mother ,brothers and sweet spouse,

flesh and blood  tribe,all  will take you in their arms !

Friend , coming back from the hateful west 

at the setting of the black sun ...

You\'ll push open the isba door ,

the samovar of the ancient  burning your body ,

you\'ll rediscover the glorious legends of childhood ...

On the river pass the silent boatmen, in the land 

where every day is a prayer,every hour a sacrifice ...

friend,holy warrior of eternity ,

   you will rest for ever 

in the mother earth sweetness 

 far away, on the road  to  Novgorod ...