Текст песни Symfomania - Штиль

Swim, sail to the East,
Fly to an unknown Earth,
There is golden sand,
And nothing is tainted by the dawn.
On board - a hundred souls
A hundred people
Storms for trouble
Our ark is assembled ...
Here's a jester and a sailor,
Executioner, musician and monk -
All who are tired of themselves,
Find happiness on the islands ...
A whole year on the road,
But dreams have come true -
Shore ahead
And another life!
Bitter taste of old nautical history,
Storm and calm get them from the bottom,
Life and death are worth nothing here ...
........................... (did not think of anything).
But horror in his eyes is cold:
Neither the birds nor the rivers of gold,
Blood on the sand and stones -
Wars annoying traces ...
To native land
The waves will carry!
But able to swim
Only the executioner and the jester ...