http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xo7bP9r8my0
Like an argument in confrontation
Is of sirens’ the sharp piercing howl.
Ships are gathered in last preparation
As a convoy once and for all.
And sea waves to them open embraces,
And horns sound like songs as they leave.
But no smiles can be found on faces.
Sailors now are on the qui vive.
Everybody believes in a mission
Which was written for them in the sky.
But for future it’s limited vision.
No one knows when he will die.
They won’t live ‘till the end of the fighting.
Our victory will come too late
Since a line’s crossed for them that’s dividing
Us on earth from the heaven’s gold gate.
Let’s remember ones who directed
Ships while holding a steering wheel,
Who tried always to be undetected.
But on water they can’t be concealed.
Sudden bombing began with a flare.
Havens’ safety’s afar on a shore.
Not a soul on those ships will be spared
Based on laws of the merciless war.
Polar day starts in blue on next morning.
But new convoys'll be ready for routes
On a sea that is salted from mourning
With matured for challenge recruits.
Let wet wreathes to sink in an ocean
While the sea surf salutes with a growl.
We will hold to ourselves the emotions
Caused by of sirens’ sharp piercing howl.
P.S. Written upon a friend’s request