"El'ga, El'ga!" - zvuchalo nad polyami, Gde lomali drug drugu kresttsy S golubymi svirepymi glazami I zhilistymi rukami molodtsy. "Ol'ga, Ol'ga!" - vopili drevlyane S volosami zheltymi, kak med, Vytsarapyvaya v raskalennoy bane Okrovavlenymi nogtyami khod. I za dal'nimi moryami chuzhimi Ne ustavala zvenet', To zhe zvonkoe vyzvanivaya imya, Varyazhskaya stal' v vizantiyskuyu med'. Vse zabyl ya, chto pomnil rane, Khristianskie imena, I tvoe lish' imya, Ol'ga, dlya moey gortani Slashche samogo starogo vina. God za godom vse neizbezhney Zapevayut v krovi veka; Op'yanen ya tyazhest'yu prezhney Skandinavskogo kostyaka. Drevnikh ratey voin otstalyy, K etoy zhizni taya vrazhdu, Sumasshedshikh svodov Val'khally, Slavnykh bitv i pirov ya zhdu. Vizhu cherep s bragoy khmel'noyu, Bych'i rozovye khrebty, I val'kiriey nado mnoyu, Ol'ga, Ol'ga, kruzhish' ty.