Dva Korablya

The captain dies and leaves into the ocean
Leaving a pink thread behind
He is squashed and crucified, but the ships await in the port
And a sign of the hand will be enough for them to sail

But the captains have forgotten two war brigs
They have lost their track and cannot remember where their goal is
And in their brains remain only strength and sorrow
An unknown freedom has crisped their chests in a hoop
To sail or to sink, it is unclear to them
Ships with no captain, Captain with no ship
We have to invent anew some reason to existence
What for?

Captain with no ship, dead land to the left
A blue serpent to the right and no way to go forward
The dead rest in their graves, the ships await in their docks
And a sign of hand will be enough to save us

Two war brigs have lost their "I"
They have lost their track and cannot remember where their goal is
And in their brains remain only strength and sorrow
An unknown freedom has crisped their chests in a hoop
To sail or to sink, it is unclear to them
Ships with no captain, Captain with no ship
We have to invent anew some reason to existence
What for?