Where the sun

Setting in a stratos clouds?

Where the sea

Resting to the unknown shores?

Strong waves? running by the will of wind

Endless waves, up to blending of sky and sea



Handful of ground

Taken from my Motherland

So stern so cold

As all the her sons

Here the rocks

Where I've walk in childhood

But the waves

Calls me follow them in path



Blood of snows

Melting under warm spring sun

Gave to drink

To the ocean under my keel

Blood of men

Spilled by our swords

Fade away

Taken as gift by grateful sea