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"
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