За бортом [Za bortom] [English translation]

5 days of rain, 5 days of storm

5 days of night, what in hell

Mice the passengers are shivering in the cabins quietly

Like, “We’re still alive then everything’s fine”

As though the whole ship just perished

And the lightning occasionally lights up the silhouette

That stands at the wheel and watches with his blind eyes not on the horizon but through the veil of ages

Chorus:

And if it’s not your fault

Means that it’s not your war (corpse!corpse!corpse!)

Captain I see the corpse overboard

And one more corpse overboard

The legs grew into the deck,

Every boot is nailed to it

Luxurious robes are already soaked through

The commander himself is saturated with melancholy

And the cheeks are dried with salt, not only marine

He himself has become the detail of the ship,

Slayed crowds of pirates and women of leisure

Lived through the whistle of the lead

And the heaps of gold are stored in his cabin

But the doomsday has come

Chorus

And if it’s not your fault

Means that it’s not your war (corpse!corpse!corpse!)

Captain I see the corpse overboard

And one more corpse overboard

Tomorrow tender breeze will replace the storm

And the clouds will be pushed out by the sun

Erasing fear and fatigue from the aged faces

Only he won’t live to see the death of the rain

Spitting on a cigarette Someone will notice the corpse overboard but the cabin boy later

Will gladly shout “land!” with his dried mouth

And the world will forever forget the corpse overboard.