Women went out to sea sand, stood over the great water,
Old, young, all in tears ...
I flew with the wind from the mainland, helpless and wet with tears,
look to the bright end of the horizon ...

Even there the white sail, boys who had gone away,
still hope in the hearts of the band softly plays werbelku ...

Women were rooted in the coastal shore,
in their waiting and suffering, like stones, cutting the wave speed.
I flew with the wind from the mainland by the silence of their eyes and hands,
far, to the bright circle of the horizon ...
Even there the white sail, boys who had gone away,
still hope in the hearts of the band softly plays werbelku,
for men to be far away, and women - faithfully wait
to be born under the eye another tear, a tear of joy.

A Guy Thing - catch up on the run and appease the manes of waves ...
Our thing - standing on the shore, stand and believe and look into the distance ...

Even there the white sail, boys who had gone away,
still hope in the hearts of the band softly plays werbelku,
for men to be far away, and women - faithfully wait
to be born under the eye another tear, a tear of joy.
For men to be far away, and women - faithfully wait
to be born under the eye another tear, a tear of joy.