Текст песни Арго - Мольба

The storm groans
Our frigate is slowly sinking
The mast tends
Last look, last breath
And we will leave
We will find a common grave in the depths

Cry, cry, sea,
We are not in reproach for you
How much sorrow
You covered with your salt water!
And how many wives did not wait for their husbands to go home.

Seagull, seagull,
Mistress of the land and sea,
Answer me
Where storms tear the sails into this world
And how many souls are heaven ready to take?

Lei, lei, cloud!
Let the wind blow!
Let him get
My favorite is the last "Love".
Bring a bottle with a note to her, I pray!

Night, night, longer
Weave your thread thinner
More stars -
Faithful wives kiss us in the moonlight,
When we return home in their dreams.

Lei, lei, cloud,
Let the wind blow more abruptly
Let him get
My beloved last "Love",
Bring a bottle with a note to her, I pray!