Papa D - 10 w skali Beauforta

Tłumaczenie:

The western wind rocked us,
The shore behind us was somewhere.
And suddenly someone turned pale like paper:
Storm is coming, Mr. Bosun!

And the Bosun just buttoned his coat
And cursed: - Damn it!
I don't give any chance to the wave!
Ten on the Beaufort scale!

From the leaden curtain of clouds
The heavy rain suddenly fell.
It tossed us up and down,
And the wave washed away the sails.

And the Bosun just buttoned his coat
And cursed: - Damn it!
I don't give any chance to the wave!
Ten on the Beaufort scale! - Hey!

Where is the warm, quiet corner
And the familiar shape of the shore?
The fog covered the distant land
Precisely from every side.

And the Bosun just buttoned his coat
And cursed: - Damn it!
I don't give any chance to the wave!
Ten on the Beaufort scale!

Rain hit the deck again
And it rained until morning.
It was hellishly heavy voyage,
Especially for the Bosun.

And the Bosun just buttoned his coat
And cursed: - Damn it!
Sometimes one has strange dreams!
Ten on the Beaufort scale!
Ten on the Beaufort scale!
Ten on the Beaufort scale!