O, Bozhe [Oh, God]

On the open sea
(Na otkrytoye more)
Nothing but water and wood
(Nichego, krome vody I dereva)
I’ve thought all my thoughts
(YA dumal, chto vse moi mysli)
My wits are getting thin
(Moy um stanovitsya tonkim)

I’m facing a dangerous choice here
By my own internal voice
But I still have yet one last shred
Of sanity causing this dread

Oh, God
(O, bozhe)
Oh, God
(O, bozhe)
I’m going insane
(YA skhozhu s uma)

But these are the best of men
And they would never do that to me
So cast me down to hell to pay
Evil has no place in me
I will not kill
(YA nе budu ubivat’)

I’ve finally freed my mind
On deck I smile out to sеa
My senses tell me
(Moi chuvstva govoryat mne)
Nothing is ok
(Nichego ne v poryadke)