Чайки

Чайки  кричали  над  пеной  прибоя  призывно  и  будто  рыдая
жалились  морю  как  ветер  неистово  рвал  в  полёте  им  крылья:
стиснув,  сдавив и сгоняя  с  небес,  безжалостно  нёс их
навзничь  небрежно  бросая,  стремительно,  прямо  к  пучине

плакались  чайки,  их  стоны  над  морем  неслись  ураганом,
веером  сыпались  на  воду  пригоршни  криков  надрывных

когда  ветер стих, то море, устав от безумной погони,
облегчённо вздохнуло, укрыв горизонт пеленой серебристой.
и чайки исчезли.  но след отпечатался в волнАх, как  шрам на ладони.
да  гул  эха  тоски задержался в груди: пронзительно-горький, но чистый.

и понял тогда: тот крик, что надрывный, он нЕ был жАлобой слабой:
судьба расчертила так  небо своим  размашистым, дерзким росчерком.
слепо  ей повинуясь: и ветер, и море сплетались в едином порыве упрямом,
а чайки летели сквозь бурю  не ради спасения, а вопреки.

и долго ещё над остывшим простором блуждало  эхо,
дрожащим напевом сплетаясь с дыханием сонного моря.
казалось, сама тишина их мольбу с заботою  чуткой хранила,
как тайну, что ветру не сдуть, а волне не снести за собою.

для нас чайки эти: чёткий символ надЕжды,   
не дрогнувшЕй  в чередЕ испытАний.

перевод под электро-регги:

[Intro]
(Yeah… feel the rhythm, ride the wave…)

[Verse 1]
The seagulls cried above the surf’s white foam,
Calling out, like they were weeping, lost and alone.
They pleaded with the sea while the wild wind tore their wings in flight,
Clutching, crushing, driving them down from the heavens with brutal might.
It bore them headlong, tossed them aside with a careless hand,
Swift and straight into the abyss, where the dark waves understand.

[Pre-Chorus]
Hear the storm now—it’s telling a tale,
A story of force and a world gone off;scale.
Wind and sea, they’re one in this fury tonight,
And the gulls just ride the chaos, holding on tight.

[Chorus]
Yeah, the gulls were crying—a hurricane of pain,
Handfuls of strained, raw cries falling like rain.
Over the water they scattered, sharp and so loud,
Echoing the struggle, wild and unbowed.
Oh yeah, oh yeah—let the rhythm take the strain,
Turn that sorrow into groove, into something real again.

[Verse 2]
When the wind grew still, the sea, tired from the chase,
Sighed with relief and veiled the horizon in a silvery haze.
The gulls had vanished, left no trace in the sky,
But their mark stayed on the waves, like a scar you can’t deny.
And the hum of echoed longing lingered deep inside,
Piercingly bitter, yet pure—a truth we can’t hide.

[Pre-Chorus]
Now I see it clear—this wasn’t just a weak complaint,
Fate had scored the sky with a bold, defiant slant.
Blindly obeying, wind and sea entwined in one stubborn run,
While the gulls flew through the tempest—not to save themselves, but for the fun.
Yeah, for the rush, for the fight, for the fire in the bone,
They dared the storm and made it their own.

[Chorus]
Yeah, the gulls were crying—a hurricane of pain,
Handfuls of strained, raw cries falling like rain.
Over the water they scattered, sharp and so loud,
Echoing the struggle, wild and unbowed.
Oh yeah, oh yeah—let the bassline hold the pain,
Ride the current, ride the tide, never feel the same.

[Verse 3]
For long after, over the cooling, empty space, the echo stayed,
Weaving its trembling tune with the breathing of the sea that fades.
It seemed that silence itself kept their plea with tender care,
Like a secret too deep for the wind to tear,
Too strong for the waves to carry off into the unknown,
A truth that stays, even when the world has moved on.

[Bridge]
And for us, these gulls are the symbol we hold close,
Hope that never flinched, no matter how the winds oppose.
Through every trial, every turn of the tide,
Their spirit’s the light we keep burning inside.
So let the rhythm speak where words can’t go,
Let the beat tell the story—strong and slow.

[Outro]
Hope unshaken, through the storm and the strife,
That’s the message riding on the crest of the wave.

Yeah… ride the wave… ride the wave…