Breaking the waves,
ride on the wild raging sea
Playing with fortune,
Oh, what a lust to be free
Flashing and thunder,
The prattering rain on the hull

From a stormy horizon
We get our course, the cry of freedom
Face in the wind,
We're riding the storm
We'll stay our course
Whatever [bad word] 
Wandering souls in the sea of damned
Death or glory, we're riding the storm

Cracks in the planks, the riding moves
Upwards and straggering masts
The pounding splash of the prow
The wind in our sails
Our flag flies high on the top