My boat probably has got a fault,
it's more often sunk than behind water[1],
probably a time for fasting and getting rid of effort came,
to be again a valid community boat.
To don't live easily by instructions by someone else,
day to day pension is earlier,
everything to throw away, to confess, that they don't manage it,
and to swim again on the boat from the harbour.
All my life swims at water,
I've got wind from people, who still fight and fight,
and that wind does run my sail,
where it flows me, I don't know.
All my life swims at water,
I've got wind from people, who still fight and fight,
and that wind will breathe me new breath,
when I lost shore from my vision.
I have still sailed in your yacht,
there, where you wanted to go, not where I wanted to go.
And now I'm without navigation and I think I'm lost,
but even after that, I won't come back again.
All my life swims at water,
I've got wind from people, who still fight and fight,
and that wind does run my sail,
where it flows me, I don't know.
All my life swims at water,
I've got wind from people, who still fight and fight,
and that wind will breathe me new breath,
when I lost shore from my vision.
Everything good is bad for something else,
they remind that my handkerchief has got nodes,
and fast as that nodes, I'm running away from evilness,
at shoddy leaky bark.
All my life swims at water,
I've got wind from people, who still fight and fight,
and that wind does run my sail,
where it flows me, I don't know.
All my life swims at water,
I've got wind from people, who still fight and fight,
and that wind will breathe me new breath,
when I lost shore from my vision.