The weather has been ordered for us by Luck itself
Enough feet are promised under our keel,
And the sky shared it’s blue with the ocean
Both blues are crossed at the horizon.

Is it not true, the drunk sea’s unseen vastness
Is of the mountains in insanity, rage, and gentleness
The white manes of the waves are clean, like the snow atop the mountains,
And the valleys between them, are like the abyss!

The serving of nature can’t bare any fuss,
To both poles the meridians lead.
The blessed eternal ridges,
The blessed great ocean!

The greatest chance is our brother, and luck our sister,
Though, for any case, we’re worried.
On the land they wished us good luck,
The constellations are most favorable to us!

We’re all looking forward, we all began from scratch,
And if someone is unlucky,
We change our course, we go for the SOS, like there up in the mountains, to the call,
To help, halting the ascent.

The serving of nature can’t bare any fuss,
To both poles the meridians lead.
The blessed eternal ridges,
The blessed great ocean!

We’ll count our losses when the storm passes,
Not with out grey hair, but with salt were they dyed white
The enormous stingy ocean tear
Will wash away our lightened faces...

The peak was taken, the steel has pierced the sky!
From the skies to the earth, only for a moment,
When we’re over with our voyage, we raise our sails,
And begin the ascent again.

The serving of nature can’t bare any fuss,
To both poles the meridians lead.
The blessed eternal ridges,
The blessed great ocean!