Latający Holender [English translation]

The wind captures the tango of sounds

And songs sail into the distance

Necklaces of lamps shudder on shrouds

Shudderings on the fairway of foam

On motorways the captain's ball

is underway, dawn is still far away

But when the sparks of lamps will extinguish

There where the Zodiak's brightness shudders

The lonely wreck drifts into the south-west

And on the deck: three girls, three black cats and three dogs

And there are no more traces of the crew left

The sailors have drowned, tears fall onto the manes of waves

That the wind kidnaps from under the dark girls

Like a black bird pierces the silence

Helpless sails hang from the yards

Darkness slithers like a snake in open loopholes

It's the Flying Dutchman

Cutting through low-lying mists in order

Its shattered masts are wrapped up in darkness

When the wing of the rudder pokes at the current

The yard wavers squeaking

The log bubbles in the forgotten water

And on-board are three girls entangled in the bruised veil of mist

Their nightly ocean cries are muffled by the sound of wind

Three cats and three dogs walk down with them into the empty cabins

There rum in old barrels waits for longing

Oh, how one can drink in different ways

Alcohol stings like a viper

A tin cup with rum when it touches the lips

And with a breath of spring it will blow away

When the crystal with wine is laughing

On the glistening wave, when the ship begins its tour

So we also drink loyally

Let's wait in our tavern

When the flying Dutchman will hit shore

And on board three girls drag behind them lament*

Despite the fact the black cats and three dogs sleep soundly

Only to the three drunk girls does sleep still not come

When the night opens up its umbrella of stars on the masts.