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.