Kalba, į kurią verčiama: Anglų
Looking over the rudder
Cut off from the sea
We are sailing by the mast
Stretching the Sails
We are heading towards the jetty
We are running aground
Up on the large rocks and the sand
We wade ashore
What a mess
Damn it, yea...
And there I found myself
Endless grateful
Sheltered in a makeshift house
And we slept
As the storm abated