Thunderstorm roars in the seas from end to end.
The ship flies through the will of mighty waters,
One it is quiet a swimmer,
Brow seal bears deep thoughts,
Extinguished gaze at the clouds directed -
nescient, no one, nothing here he!..
Sure, He had lived among people
And he knows the life of your heart;
A cry of horror, molenya, skryp gear
Do not touch his silence.