Winds' Heady Mead / Ветра пьяный мёд

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    “In Novgorod, indeed, they are bullies and dare-devils. In Yaroslavl, really, they are fist fighters and line fighters. In Kostroma they are hellbenders, I swear it! And floating around the Volga expanses, with a saber and a pole-axe, each of them is a boyar. Every one of them believes that, by all means, he will make a fortune and win honour in battle by his boldness and sharp blade”. So, down the wind, Wolves of the North!

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Now I feel, Thee, Northern Wind,
Shalt brew heady mead for us –
Strong, boiling, heady mead!
Give us a trace of foam on the waves!

The ushkui-birds will spread wings of theirs,
And escape into the water expanse!
I hear eagle screams and wolfish howls
In the roaring of the predacious storm!
I hear eagle screams and wolfish howls
In the roaring of the predacious storm!

So, Thee, Father-Wind, don’t let me down! Don’t go!
Thou art cold and strong, saturated with strength!
Please, pour some might into our sails - overflow!
Power in sails – gulls in the air!

Light-filled maid, Dawn-At-First-Light,
Let Thy flame-coloured plaits down!
Let the flood will sparkle as gold,
Lavishly promising good luck on the road!

The chainless pack rushes in splashes –
With foam of chase at their fangs!
It’s my pleasure to see how the sun shines
On the chain armours and blades!
It’s my pleasure to see how the sun shines
On the chain armours and blades!

So, Thee, Father-Wind, don’t let me down! Don’t go!
Thou art cold and strong, saturated with strength!
Please, pour some might into our sails - overflow!
Windy bowl of wine – I may drink myself!

Wind, Thou art the Wind, the master of Elders,
Thy mead is heady – and it’s after our heart!
It’s brewed by the storm and bad weather,
Cheerful and violent – a match for Thy visitants!

It’ll be our feast in these open spaces,
Taking the Volga by storm of the will of free men!
Steel surface in our steady gazes
With dark blue colour for ever it will remain.
Steel surface in our steady gazes
With dark blue colour for ever it will remain!

So, Thee, Father-Wind, don’t let me down! Don’t go!
Thou art cold and strong, saturated with strength!
Please, pour some might into our sails - overflow!
Thy mead is sweet to me on the steep wave!

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