Вершы: Gatsby's American Dream. Why We Fight.

So we beat on our boats against the current
So we beat on these waters are uncharted bravely
We sail alone riding the storm
Clutching honor bearing pride

Ocean salt that burns our wounds
Only this immortal ship will prevail
The sun sinks into distant waters in the west
And off to the east the green light shimmers

Amidst the fog, it stands desolate
And harbors broken dreams
Which we will defend