Текст песни Brigitte sans Bardot - Северный ледовитый океан

It remains a little to go to the end
To the edge where the outlines of the face disappear.
Waiting in a second - in infinity of minutes
In icy hands, a whitened vessel
The crust is getting harder and the sky is blacker
And by the time the storm starts, I still have time
Opening my face to all cold winds
An icy ocean rages before our eyes

To regret what you have done is a passing illness
What about what can never be done?
I only wish I could scatter my ashes over the ocean