Перевод песни на английский. Выпуск #1: Штиль (Ария)

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Здравствуйте. Представляю свой первый опыт в переводе песни с русского на английский. Приветствуются комментарии.

Calm, wind's keeping still.
Fell down like a feather of gull.
Calm. In the land of sweet dreams,
Awake, our craft's lost for good.

Through all times and seas, faceless, with no names.
Don't we dare to hope catching wind again.

Calm, craze among us.
Hot air gives a smell of decay.
One, sacrifice only one.
To see our sweet motherland.

Flesh and blood of him gonna feed us all.
Lord rewards his death; shall it not be so?

What's in store? Sea has no words for people.
Lives of friends worthless against your own.
Stay aware, friends think the same, all hostile.
Crave for life dims our souls.

No, wrath of God didn't hit
For us sucking blood of a man.
Why did this sin we commit?
We're blind, shine of Crux was so bad.

Putting end to us, wave ahead grows up
But a shout was heard - "land on starboard side!"

What's in store? Sea has no words for people.
Lives of friends worthless against your own.
Stay aware, friends think the same, all hostile.
Crave for life dims our souls.