After forty thousand years of wanderings
To his old mother was returning the wind,
On the last dose of air and sleep, sleep.
I'm dying, kiss me,
Only very gently, mama,
Don't look in the eyes, dead eyes of the hurricane.
Forty years as a guest of fairy tale
The stars have gifted me for luck
Strength of the ocean, heart of the corpse, yes.
There I've forgotten how to cry,mama,
But I roar, when behind the mist
The sails see dead eyes of the hurricane.
Py-ra-pa-pa-ra-pa
The road to hell,
Pa-pa-ra-pa,
The road to hell.
Wind, sing us a song,our soul will burn,
Pa-ra-pa-pa-ra-pa
All my toys, mama,
Were swept by hurricane,
There is no more fairy tales, mama, mama.
Py-ra-pa-pa-ra-pa
The road to hell,
Pa-pa-ra-pa,
The road to hell.
Wind, sing us a song,our soul will burn.
Pa-ra-pa-pa
Py-ra-pa-pa-ra-pa
The road to hell,
Pa-pa-ra-pa,
The road to hell.
Wind, sing us a song,our soul will burn.
Pa-ra-pa-pa-ra-pa