Storm

The sea rages, the hurricane roar,
Condense out of the hand wheel.
Engraved on the side threateningly wave
No, not dotyanem we have until the morning.

Oh, Great God of the seas
The anger of thy terrible and awful,
Life hangs in the balance,
Our souls in thy power

The sky is overshadowed gray haze
Lightning struck, cursed this night.
Wind is raging, it is fate
Our spacecraft have covered the wave forever.

Oh, Great God of the seas
The anger of thy terrible and awful,
Life hangs in the balance,
Our souls in thy power

But it has not disappeared,
Do not lay down in bed,
It went up to heaven,
It went to hell.
He was cursed
For a thousand years
Wander there,
Where there is nobody.

Lone mchit ship on the waves,
Eternal hermit, and over the ocean.
Cursed for ever - it is fate
No, he did not return.

Oh, Great God of the seas
The anger of thy terrible and awful,
Life hangs in the balance,
Our souls in thy power