Wrecked ship

You sailors bold Plow Pacific
See the dangers of peasants never know.
Indicators do not honor or promotion
Of any language can say what he has been.

In a stormy wind in the dark waters
Of Lakes boat went sliding Albaharhi forgery,
And gone are breaking the rudder,
Which brought us to the ceiling.

For fourteen days Hertsorj and hunger,
No Bakdors You management, and leather.
Poor stop all colleagues in the reels -
A lottery to choose who should die.

The share Robert Jackson
To a very large family.
I am free to die,But Oh my,Allow me
To remain cautious of going out until today.

Dressed in full sun, such as the ship
Brilliance comes with the decline of religion.
Once happy news, saying
He denied all care and sorrow.

Our ship to be no longer listening
And safety at Saint Vincent Cape Verde is the foundation.
You all sailors who hear my story,
Pray you'll see ne'er is like again.