из сборника \"114 песен\" (1922) слова Мориса Морриса (перевод с русского)
The white gulls dip and wheel Over waters gray like steel. The white gulls call and cry As they spread their wings and fly. The white gulls sink to rest On the tides slow heaving breast.
Souls of men that turn and wheel Over waters cold as steel. Souls of men that call and cry As they know not where to fly. Souls of men that sink to rest On an all receiving breast.
Джен Де Гаэтани, меццо-сопрано Гилберт Калиш, фортепиано США, октябрь 1982 г.