Poetry

Farewell

(Machine translation - Google)
I raise a black sail
And flows to the sunset...
Perhaps then I repent,
But there is no turning back!

Cool glossy sea
The latter reflecting the beam
In the inimitable china
Belesa still clouds...

But death is not, and I'm not scared
One captive Grays seas -
Go forward, my brave brig,
And have no regret...