Текст песни Flot - Девятый вал

Ahead of the rising sun,
Behind the perfect storm.
We continue to struggle with nature,
Apart from that it is nonsense.

No more confrontation,
How the elements come into conflict.
We sail on the ruins of the brig.

Remembering the person loved,
We look forward to victory in an unequal battle.
Strong wind prophesies the doom,
Heaven pray for mercy.

All clothes are soaked to the skin,
Everyone says that he is tired.
We sail on the ruins of the brig,
We meet a ninth wave.

No, I will not ask for mercy:
I signed up for it myself.
This wave of deadly night
We have attacked the ocean.

Not losing hope and faith,
After collecting all the power in his fist,
We sail on the ruins of the brig,
We meet a ninth wave.