Shtil'

Calm, the wind is silent
A white seagull fell
to the bottom
Calm, our ship
forgotten
One in the world
bound by sleep

Among all times,
without names and faces
We no longer wait for
the breeze to wake

Calm, we’re losing our minds
Heat, smells like black
pitch
Only one death
is needed
And we, we’ll return
home

His flesh and blood
will reach us again
And for his death
God may reward him

What awaits us - the sea
keeps silence
The thirst to live
dries hearts to the core
Only life here
is worth nothing
The lives of others, but not
yours

No, thunder didn’t crash
from the heavens
When we drank blood
like beasts
But the unbearable
shine
of the cross, that we
call Southern

And in the last moment
the wave rose
And a scream rang out -
ahead, the land