Текст песни Ольга Чикина - Молитва моряка

There was a terrible wind. The sea was boiling.
And in the hellish darkness the clouds hummed.
The sailor prayed at the helm.
The sailor's prayer was simple:

- Oh, do not spare me, my good God,
I am the most evil of the small and the evil.
Oh don't pity me, I'm so insignificant
But take pity on my comrades.

Give them your hands to sway
Let them be in the midst of happiness and flowers.
Oh spare the friends of my unfortunate ones.
And spare the kids and the whales.