Murky anchorage where ships go dock
by the pier, to remain there forever more
Shadows that stretch out upon the painful night...
They are the world's castaways, who have lost their hearts...
Bridges and ropes where the wind comes to howl
ships loaded with coal that will never set sail
Grim burial ground of ships that die whilst dreaming
which, nevertheless, will have to go to sea
Mist from the creek
tied to memory
I am still waiting
Mist from the creek
That love whence
you keep moving me farther and farther away
She never returned
I never saw her again
Never again her voice
Named my name next to me...
That same voice that said: farewell
Dream, sailor along with your old bergantine
Drink to your longings in the deaf little coffee shop
It rains on the port, meanwhile my song
rains itself upon your desolation
Anchors which never, ever again shall be raised
Barges with boards without moorings that shall never be released
Gloomy caravans without destiny of dreams,
like a ship trapped inside this cheap restaurant.
Mist from the creek
tied to memory
I am still waiting
Mist from the creek
That love whence
you keep moving me farther and farther away
She never returned
I never saw her again
Never again her voice
Named my name next to me...
That same voice that said: farewell