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 |