"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
Slashe 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 yetoy 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.