By southwester over southwester
the seagulls cower
before the storm
What kind of messenger ist that?
A folk song is playing over and over again
that damn thing won't end
A folk song is playing over and over again
that damn thing won't end
that damn thing won't end
We neither have a sail anymore
nor a rudder
We neither have a sail anymore
nor a rudder
So far so good about the remains but...
Where are our leavers?
Where are our leavers?
So far so good about the remains but...
Where are our leavers?
Where are our leavers?
If not overtopped wave after wave
the black sea cannot be crossed
The sea smells the girl smells but...
the passions burn
Their mothers cry but
the men don't know
Their mothers cry but
the men don't know
the men don't know
We neither have a sail anymore
nor a rudder
We neither have a sail anymore
nor a rudder
So far so good about the remains but...
Where are our leavers?
Where are our leavers?
So far so good about the remains but...
Where are our leavers?
Where are our leavers?