Windless, voiceless, calm-cloud sky

Soundless life quiet, hidden from the eye

Peaceful, dark-colours of blue

Moist salty tastes of the safe-looking due

On shore the seaman gets ready

Safe trip seems and return sail steady

Off the construction weaves of blind blankets swift

The voice changes its tone becoming a harmful shift

Rain, wind, darkness above high

Washing, sinking, wrath of the Sea's cry