Groza noise in the seas from end to end.
The ship flies at the behest of stormy waters,
Alone on it, only a swimmer is calm,
The forehead bears the seal of deep thoughts,
The fading gaze on the clouds is directed -
They don't know, none, nothing here he!..
Of course, he lived among people
And knows life from his heart;
A cry of horror, molenya, skryp gear
Do not touch his silence.
