Текст песни Летопись - Викинг

Wind bored argues with wave
We continue to dream of the dock for a long time.
Our bride il wait for us there,
We will soon know the answer.
Masts creak, secure the sails,
frenzied storm rumbles on bass.
The sea and the sky a sharp turn,
who was not with us, are unlikely to understand!
Come look at the heavens,
The gods show us the way,
The wind rips the sail,
So little left!
Beckons us into the distance blue star,
Rostra fun looking back.
Where in the ocean of songs and tears
Homeland melts in the country of our dreams.
Where albatross groaning soul,
Deck hears our every step.
The ship floats on the waves of a tired,
Sea, give rest to our hearts!
Come look at the heavens,
The gods show us the way,
The wind rips the sail,
So little left!