Bird's shouts don't allow to sleep to me
On a sea bed
every morning
awakes me
seagull sea
heart-rendingly she scream, asking about the
help
Herds perish
the relatives die
also you are mortal
Brothers will begin
fighting with each other
close relatives
in conflicts will die
it is heavy to live in this world
century of swords and pole-axes
boards will burst
century of storms and wolves
to death of the world
to spare the person
the person doesn't become
Herds perish
the relatives die
also I am mortal
world snake
will emerge from ocean waters
he will gnaw
corpses of people
with blood will fill in
dwelling of gods
the sun will grow dim
during a summer time
storms will be angry
Herds perish
the relatives die
also I am mortal