Bird's shouts don't allow to sleep to me On a sea bed every morning awakes me seagull sea heart-rendingly she scream, asking about the help Herds perish the relatives die also you are mortal Brothers will begin fighting with each other close relatives in conflicts will die it is heavy to live in this world century of swords and pole-axes boards will burst century of storms and wolves to death of the world to spare the person the person doesn't become Herds perish the relatives die also I am mortal world snake will emerge from ocean waters he will gnaw corpses of people with blood will fill in dwelling of gods the sun will grow dim during a summer time storms will be angry Herds perish the relatives die also I am mortal