A boat of flesh floats on the sea,
The mast is made of bare bones,
In the rib cage under the deck,
there a heart beats with a leak,
with the beat of the waves day and night.
To where should the journey go?
To the next reef, to the next reef
A clump of hair blows on the mast
of the ship of bones, the ship of bones
The ship of bones floats on the sea,
Its oar already broke on the maiden voyage
The sail tattooed itself
The keel is decorated with metal,
and due to the storms the skin is so hard.
To where should the journey go?...
So many scars adorn the belly,
and open wounds are there too.
The ship longs so much for a reef.
To where should the journey go?...