Ария - Проклятье Морей

Candles will tell what secret they hide,
And its shadows are spinning their tales
Of rebellious rovers of tide,
Cursed to the end of days.

We go to unknown foreign shores.
In the power of tailwind we float.
Then the ocean will sing in our course
Songs without any word.

The bank lights went off, saying goodbye.
And familiar wharf disappears.
We have to go home, we cannot die,
So farewell, griefs and fears...

It's a long trip from the Indian settlements,
Sometimes the compass going mad.
Each sea-wolf promised he would be a saint man
When higher wave tossed us to heaven's gate.

Our shipping crew were loyal to the skipper,
He was tough guy, he couldn't forgive the dread.
In time of mists he smelled rocks near the clipper,
The map of stars like Holy Bible he read.

Under white sails we are going through the tempests.
Dreaming route by calm sea to the native land.
Like an arrow's flight,
Rest thrown in the night,
The wind is our friend.

Full speed ahead,
And our luck the ocean will bring.
Fire and wet –
It just seems like funny thing.
So go ahead
With the flag of dark glorious fate.
Our ship “Flying Dutchman” it's guest from reign of shades.
The curse of the waves!

Some day the world blown up like an explosion,
Then the ninth wave attacks, the death was real.
But our captain ruled over deep ocean
And by his iron hand he held the wheel.

He wished to fight with storm all years around
And liked to board the wildest water tides.
But Lord sent down the goddamn to this proud –
The lightning strike has burned our naval minds.

Under black sails we are going through the tempests,
On a windless day of calm seas through the clouds.
We have no excuse,
In the dark we cruise,
Looking for the coasts.

Full speed ahead,
And our luck the ocean will bring.
Fire and wet –
It just seems like funny thing.
So go ahead
With the flag of dark glorious fate.
Our ship “Flying Dutchman” it's guest from reign of shade.

We do not miss any boat that passed by.
The reefs are tease those who fought in rough time.
The fear creeps like a punisher's knot.
Salt on the lips like a blood is so hot.

We're sowing death and no ship can be found,
The gale will send them away from the ground.
Vengeance, not blood, warm us like bottle of rum.
We drink a lot for our life, hail the storm.

We are eternal slaves
Of wide open spaces.
We can't run from ourselves,
Bound by secret phrases.

We are eternal slaves
Of wide open spaces.
We can't run from ourselves,
Bound by secret phrases.

Full speed ahead,
And our luck the ocean will bring.
Fire and wet –
It just seems like funny thing.
So go ahead
With the flag of dark glorious fate.
Our ship “Flying Dutchman” it's guest from reign of shades.
The curse of the waves!
The curse of the waves!
The curse of the waves!

Better fear those who still not dead,
But not corpses from ancient times.
Light and shadow are draw signs of fate
At night on the stone sides...