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Calm
Calm, the wind is silent
It fell like a white seagull to the bottom.
Calm, our ship is forgotten,
Alone in the world constrained by sleep
Among all times
Without names and faces
We're no longer waiting
For the breeze to awaken
Calm, we're going mad
The heat smells of black pitch
The death of only one of us is needed
And we, we'll return home
His blood and flesh
will satiate us anew.
And maybe God
will reward his death.
What awaits us? The sea keeps silent.
The thirst to live dries out hearts to their bottoms
Only life is worth nothing here
The lives of the others, but not yours!
No, there was no clap of thunder in the skies
when we drank blood like wild beasts
But the sight was intolerable
of the Cross that we call Southern.
And in the last moment
a wave rose,
and a cry was heard:
"Land ahead!"
What awaits us? The sea keeps silent.
The thirst to live dries out hearts to their bottoms
Only life is worth nothing here
The lives of the others, but not yours!
What awaits us? The sea keeps silent.
The thirst to live dries out hearts to their bottoms
Only life is worth nothing here
The lives of the others, but not yours!
dionysius
Ethnicparty✕
Translations of "Штиль (Shtil')"
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