The son of Captain Thunder
was never a son worthy of his father.
He came out a poet and not a fiend,
the son of his mother.
The son of Captain Thunder
never wanted to be a sailor.
He didn't embark on adventures.
He raised doubts.
The son of Captain Thunder
had something that made him different,
as different as everyone is
from what has never been seen.
And he spent hours amidst the whales
and hybridised himself on its own and always with mermaids,
and leaning on the lighthouse he sang like this:
In the ocean, I get lost.
I see the ocean and I don't know.
So incredibly vast.
So respectable
that I won't sail it.
I won't sail.
I won't sail it.
The son of Captain Thunder
had at least one ring on each finger
and one earring on each ear, yes,
but how brave!
The son of Captain Thunder
had some fame and looked like a weirdo
and he made everyone see
it wasn't a bad thing.
And thus he loved to be amidst whales
and he specialised in conquering mermaids,
and at night in the lighthouse, he sang like this.
And he spent hours amidst his whales.
With art, he seduced all the mermaids.
From the top of the lighthouse, he sang to them like this, like this.
In the ocean, I get lost.
I see the ocean and I don't know.
So incredibly big and so vast.
So respectable
that I won't sail it.
In the ocean, I get lost.
I see the ocean and I don't know.
So incredibly big and so vast.
So respectable
that I won't sail it.
I won't sail.
I won't sail it.
I won't sail.
I won't sail it!
So incredibly big and so vast.
So respectable
that I won't sail it.