The sea spread wide
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And the waves are raging in the distance.
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Comrade, we're going far
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Away from our land.
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Not heard on the deck of songs,
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And the Red Sea is noisy,
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And the coast is gloomy and cramped,
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As you remember, your heart hurts so much.
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Eight has already struck on the tank,
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The friend needs to be changed.
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As soon as he went down the ladder,
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The mechanic yells, "Move!"
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Comrade, I can't stand the watch -
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The stoker said to the stoker,
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The fires in my furnaces do not burn at all,
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I can't keep a couple in the cauldrons.
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Go tell me that I'm sick
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And without finishing the watch I quit,
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All then expired, exhausted from the heat,
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I have no strength to work - I'm dying.
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The comrade left ... He grabbed a shovel,
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Gathering the last strength
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The firebox door was opened with a familiar push
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And the flame lit him up:
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His face, shoulders, open chest,
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And the sweat that flowed from them like hail.
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Oh, if someone could look there,
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I would call the stoker hell!
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Steam boilers make an ominous noise,
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Shivering from the strength of the vapors.
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Like thousands of snakes, the same pairs hiss,
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Breaking out of the pipes somewhere.
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And he, bending before the hot fire,
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He skillfully threw coal with a shovel.
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It was gloomy below - a ray of sunshine and in the afternoon
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Can't get into that corner.
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No wind today, no urine to stand,
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The water warmed up, stuffy, hot.
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The thermometer got as far as forty-five,
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Without air, the whole stoker.
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Having finished throwing, he drank water,
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Desalinated water, impure.
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Sweat fell from his face, soot traces,
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He heard the driver speak:
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You haven't finished your watch - you don't dare to quit,
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The mechanic is not happy with you
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You should go to the doctor and say -
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He will give medicine if he is sick.
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Weakly grasping the handrails
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He climbed up the ladder,
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Go to the emergency room for medicine
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I couldn't, I was suffocating from the heat.
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He went out on deck, there is no consciousness,
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Everything clouded in his eyes,
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I saw for a moment a blinding light,
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Fell - the heart no longer beat.
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They ran up to him with cold water,
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Trying to bring him to his senses.
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But the doctor said, shaking his head:
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Our art is powerless here.
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The deceased lay all night in the infirmary,
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Dressed in a sailor's suit.
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He held a wax candle in his hands,
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The wax melted, heated by the heat.
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They came to say goodbye to a friend in the morning
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Sailors, friends of the stoker
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The last gift was given to him,
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The grate is burnt and rusty
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A grate was spun to his feet
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And they wrapped the corpse with a bunk
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The ship's priest-old man came
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And the tears of many flashed ...
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The ocean was quiet, motionless at that moment,
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Like a mirror the waters shone.
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The authorities came, the captain came,
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And they sang "Eternal Memory".
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The board was lifted with a trembling hand,
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And in the shroud the body slipped.
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In the abyss of the deep unknown sea
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Forever, splashing, drowned.
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In vain the old woman waits for her son home,
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They will tell her - she will sob,
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And the waves run from the propeller astern
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And their trace disappears in the distance... |