Translated by Roma.
Wind died away in the air
And sank as a gull to the ground
Wind, we need a wind blowing fair
To leave this world sleeping sound
Through all times we sail
Losing hope and faith
Waiting for the gale
Like for heaven's grace
Mad, calm is driving us mad
It's hot, fumes of pitch're hanging on
Dead, only one should be dead
And we'll see again our home
With his flesh and blood
We'll be ful again
Maybe father God
Will reward this man
If sea could say
Where may we be tomorrow
Fear of death
Deprived all minds of sence
To see new day
A man wishes heart and soul
But he's deaf
To pain of his friends
No, we heard no thunderclap
While drinking blood like a broth
Though we were shaking with cramp
When we saw sign of southern cross
And this time aloud
Rose a wave as grant
And we heard a shout:
"In a distance' land"
