The pole star leads our coffle Among the sandy waves of sahara We languish of heat and tremble of cold The last powers leave our bodies
The blue sky blackens our reason And sand transforms into the water
Swimming on ship we observe the forthcoming of storm
The waves more stronger and stronger But we steadily swim and swim forward Gloomy clouds begin the tough storm Our ship goes to vort
Growls of storm deaden our prayers The rain flew like skin-scorching sand The water has boiled begun into lava And our ship swims to an unknown land
Centre of vortex sucks us inchmeal We jump to the water, want to be saved The waves enwrap to the black abyss The spatters like the sand We sink in the vortex of galeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
