The captain of the ship is dead, he trails behind him his pink thread
That’s the only trace he leaves, he goes into the sea.
He was crushed and crucified, two ships standing side by side
And the waving of their hands is enough to go to sea.
But the captain is forgotten on the ships he led to war
In oblivion, forgetting both the channel and the shore
And the one thing in their brains is their patience, is their pain.
They don’t understand their freedom, and it tightens within them
It’s not clear what’s the best option, it's to sink or it's to swim
For the ship has lost her captain and the captain lost his ship
Still we need to find a purpose and life’s meaning reinvent
What the shit?
The captain of the ship is dead, dried up land is on the left
On the right a dark blue snake, and nothing lies ahead.
Dead men in their coffins lie, two ships standing side by side,
And the waving of their hands is enough to live, be free.
They forgot the “I” in ship on those ships that went to war
In oblivion, forgetting both the channel and the shore
And the one thing in their brains is their patience, is their pain.
They don’t understand their freedom, and it tightens within them
It’s not clear what’s the best option, it's to sink or it's to swim
For the ship has lost her captain and the captain lost his ship
Still we need to find a purpose and life’s meaning reinvent
What the shit?