I still see the old Tornator in my mind,
then when you left with it, my childhood friend
So you dropped out of school
I was supposed to go with you
but told by parents, I stayed at home coast
I followed your departure by the edge of the dock
We were both 15 years old
You held your own end,
imposed your life by yourself,
experienced everything I dreamed of in vain while being young
Albatross that glides without resting
Maybe it's your soul, who knows
You may soar free in the blueness of the sky
My childhood friend, an old seaman
My childhood friend, an old seaman
On Tornator, you saw the hot nights of Rio
and you examined carefully the beautiful reed belts of Honolulu
I continued in high school,
then in municipal office
Not all the works
are given by vocation
And more and more often after work,
I sat in bar,
stared at the bottom of a glass
Why didn't I go with you?
No one understands me
I had expected something else from life
Albatross that glides without resting
Maybe it's your soul, who knows
You may soar free in the blueness of the sky
My childhood friend, an old seaman
My childhood friend, an old seaman
I heard that Tornator is already scraped
I felt like I had experienced the same fate
I had no office anymore,
dark red covered my nose
and I sat alone in the beach till sunrise
When I saw a black-headed gull curve close to me,
I knew I finally realized something:
that's the soul of the man
whose jobs are left in halfway
and who builds everything up only to dreams
But albatross that glides without resting
Maybe it's your soul, who knows
Someday I'll be able to soar free like it
If I do my job like an old seaman
If I do my job like an old seaman