Can I give them a bow in their lives, dipping bravely into each wave, the unperturbed and steady beat of the engine, the vast horizon that guarantees nothing?
A do te mundja valle t'jua jepja jeten e tyre nje cope druri, qe lufton papushim me dallget, me zhurme te vazhdueshme motori, qe shkon drejt horizonteve pafund dhe qe nuk i garanton asgje?