Текст песни The Old Sea-King

He stood alone on the cliff

He Looked down on severe storm

And waind threw in his fase the thorny

Splashes of sea foam.

But waves hit at his feet

And the sea voice spread far and wide

The sea voice like the mournful cry

The mournful cry...

Somewhere, far away

On the dragon-ships sail hoisted

And baneful battles will burst out again

But old man ashore

Knelt doun. His orbs are moistened

His lot is hearken now how women play.
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His grandson has set off for Fame

Somewhere in expanse of (the) great Tide

To fight and win his own good name

Under (the) kindly sky.

The ridges break up the waves

The tears corrode (the) skin of his cheeks

Cause of his glaive will not be blaze

And smash up enemies.

I do wish be strong and violend

Put my face under briny

Waind fight against senility

God, give me eerlasting

Strength, glaive and billow gusty

Sole way to white purity.