| No one will tell me how God will punish us
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| To which test will the subvepgent show what
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| For brave men, what kind of burden will fall on the heart
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| Perhaps this time he will smear us across the sea
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| No one will tell me how God will punish us
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| To which test will the subvepgent show what
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| For brave men, what kind of burden will fall on the heart
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| Perhaps this time he will smear us across the sea
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| Rudder to the wind, we carry a heavy load across the ocean
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| The sailors have not heard of him and the captain does not know
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| Only one shaman knows what's in the holds on the sides
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| How evil we are on the heels of a 12-point hurricane
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| Torn sails mast crumble
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| The motorists are horrified, the helm does not obey
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| Storm in all arms signals to muffle
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| Around everything is collapsing Bro hold on
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| Just a little push left
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| The waves boiled like lava from left to right
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| Sailors will always find their own ship for each
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| Thank God the cargo is in order, it must be delivered
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| Precious cargo cannot be sent to the bottom
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| Mile after mile speed 15 knots
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| Only a couple of hours left to the native shores
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| Wife children have been waiting for these sails
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| Many evenings waiting for their cargo, waiting for sailors
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| No one will tell me how God will punish us
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| To which test will the subvepgent show what
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| For brave men, what kind of burden will fall on the heart
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| Perhaps this time he will smear us across the sea
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| No one will tell me how God will punish us
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| To which test will the subvepgent show what
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| For brave men, what kind of burden will fall on the heart
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| Perhaps this time he will smear us across the sea
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| Which day at sea the fishermen's ship is like on a battlefield
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| Like a sliver the wind throws and drags along
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| It no longer smells like a game, let alone a game
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| The men are scared to death, but not whining yet
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| They hope that the captain will not fall into a trap
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| The sea covers so no worse than the ocean
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| Waves like high-rise buildings are huge
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| Holds instead of fish are full of water
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| Trembling on the body soaked through clothes for a long time
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| It's cold, but only one thing warms is hope
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| That which keeps afloat, and did not let go to the bottom
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| And for the sake of this struggle, everything else is excluded
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| Yes home family close relatives
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| They are waiting, shedding tears, hoping that we will return alive,
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| In the meantime, we are in the power of this element
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| Insatiable mouth we believe that bad weather will pass
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| The sun in the face throws the body into heat
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| Wet clothes sand on the shore life is a gift
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| The sea god fell asleep the fisherman and the shore together
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| Lost at sea where the ship sleeps with people at rest
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| Where seagulls cry in the air
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| The sound of the sea caresses the ear
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| Brother father sailed away not to return soon
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| I know I remembered before my eyes fragments flashed
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| Creaking deck mast gives rivers
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| Overboard the salty sea woke up splashes
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| Drops fall into the face of the wet sail
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| The storm tears its storm takes away the boats
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| Tearing throats the captain shouts to remove the sails
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| Chop the masts, hey, the sailors have axes
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| The ship is groaning the ship is sinking is dying
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| On the horizon, like an ice floe is melting
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| He is horrified, he is in tears before the wrath of God
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| Gift of life loneliness dreams of the sick
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| At night he comes when the storm is before my eyes
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| It's just a dream wake up fisherman share with us
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| Hey with your dreams
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| What to dream
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| What to dream
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| What to dream
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| The ship that is at the bottom of the ocean
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| Tearing into the captain's soul |