The High Swelling Of The Sea (translatio — текст песни (Capercaillie)

The everlasting swelling, hear the sound of the high swelling
The roar of the sea is as was heard by me as a child
Without change, without pity, sweeping up the sand of the shore
The everlasting swelling, listen to the sound of the swelling
But I`ll depart from you, I`ll not move any more to meet you
My age and my appearance give an account of the shortness of my days
At the time I am wrapped in the could slumber of death
Make up my bed by the sound of the sea.