Calm - the wind is silent. (Calm) has fallen like a white seagull to the bottom. Calm - our ship is forgotten. Alone in the world held down by a dream. Along all times. without names and faces. We're not waiting anymore. for the breeze to wake up!. Calm - yeah. We are going mad. The heat smells like black pitch. Only one of us must die. and we'll we'll come back home. His blood and flesh. will saturate us again. And for his death. maybe God will reward him. What is waiting for us the sea keeps silent. Thirst to live drives hearts to their bottoms. But life here costs nothing. the life of others but not yours!. No the thunder did not burst from the heavens. when we drank blood like wild beasts. but the shining became intolerable. of the Cross that we call Southern. And during the last instant. a wave rose. and a shout was heard:. "Land is ahead!"