Symfomania - Штиль
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Swim, swim to the east,
Fly to unknown land,
There is sand of gold there,
And not the dawn of the dawn.
On board - one hundred souls,
A hundred people,
Storms for trouble
Our ark is assembled ...
Here is a jester and a sailor
Executioner, musician and monk -
Everyone who is tired of himself
They will find happiness on the islands ...
For a whole year on the way,
But the dreams came true -
The shore is ahead
And another life!
Gork taste of old marine stories,
Storm and calm they get from the bottom,
Life and death are worth nothing here ...
The sea is waiting, hold on, old man!
But horror in the eyes will harassed:
No birds and no rivers of gold,
Blood on sand and stones -
Wars of boring traces ...
To the native land
Waves will convey!
But they could swim
Only the executioner and the jester ...