Оригинален текст
In the longest of nights
Stir him at your breast
In silence - row him, row him
On the bleakest of morns
He'll break at your rocks
And weeping - row row
In the longest of nights
Stir him at your breast
In silence - row him, row him
On the bleakest of morns
He'll break at your rocks
And weeping - row row