Matrose [English translation]

You know, it could be that things deep down mean exactly what you say they mean.

It could be that the things you do aren't as bad as they seem,

That one thing can have so many truths, that none and all are both possibilities.

You know, war and love happen at the same time on different ends of the world.

And one is always the sailor, and leaves the other behind.

One always thrusts himself first to the sea, and looks for his new happiness.

One is always the sailor, and abandons the other.

One always looks back for too long when his dreams blow away with the west wind.

And of course it could be that you have good intentions,

And it could be that we stretched across a sea or a puddle.

And you should always leave when things are at their best, and perhaps it's too late for that.

You know, lies and truth happen at the same time on different ends of reality.

And one is always the sailor, and leaves the other behind.

One always thrusts himself first to the sea, and looks for his new happiness.

One is always the sailor, and abandons the other.

One always looks back for too long when his dreams blow away with the west wind.

And it could be that your silence is too loud, and two hearts too cumbersome.

And every word simply stolen, for a cynical song in the wind.

Could be that you kiss other girls, and that one of them cherishes you.

Doubt and hope happen at the same time on different ends of the town.

And one is always the sailor, and leaves the other behind.

One always thrusts himself first to the sea, and looks for his new happiness.

One is always the sailor, and abandons the other.

One always looks back for too long when his dreams blow away with the west wind.

And I see us both standing at the harbor, with nothing more to say.

And I know that on a sailing ship, the feelings are easier to bear.

And I don't look back to the harbor as I hoist the anchor.

You know, beauty and pain happen at the same time on the opposite ends of the story.

And one is always the sailor, and thrusts first into the sea.

One always stays behind waving, and it hurts how easy it is.

One is always the sailor, and takes the summer with him.

Winter stirs the other, and keeps him company for a while.

One is always the sailor, when two hearts reach their end.

One always leaves, never turning around, and behind him whistles the wind.