Текст песни Майтрейя - Остается надежда

The wind howls like a pack of wolves,
Pouring rain on the cheeks overgrown.
The mournful faces of fellow sailors -
In their longing for their native shores.

The ocean cools the heart,
And takes away the joy and anger.
It deprives us of the light in the eyes,
Leaving only the wind melody.

Every sailor knows that
What you can not trust the silence:
Behind the calm comes the storm,
Terrible storms can not be avoided.

And then from the depths of the sea
Pull up a rabid animal.
Flashed in the clouds lights
Foreshadowing the bitterness of loss.

In the blue waters of the infinity
We will leave the fate of the Epistle.
But dispassionate firmament,
He did not heed the plea sailor.

Many days and nights on the road,
Contemplating a water surface.
We believe in what we can reach.
We do not have time to die ... More