The sails on my sailboat's masts are white and crimson,
And sharp green eyes are watching from the sides, near the bow:
They see reefs, whirlwinds, shoals, see through the fog
They see both the other parallel and our meridian,
And a straight tailwind in white and crimson sails.
I will tell the faithful guiding stars about my love.
They have led me across the outlying seas with their surrounding light.
But the star most dear to me is the one that would wait for me at home,
She would weave a blanket from salty grass.
If I return home, I shall tell her about my love.
Hey, black-maned, jovial, posessive,
We are neither dead nor alive, we are on our way...
Hey, cruel, grey-haired, blue-eyed,
Your waves are deep, but our ship flies across them..
I wish i knew what would a timeless, endless ocean reply.
The thin meridian cord has assembled the blanket of water out of waves.
Cancer and Capricorn have served us faithfully and truly,
Only the time of their exemplary service has run out.
It is time to release us from your embrace, ancient ocean!
Hey, black-maned, jovial, posessive,
We are neither dead nor alive, we are on our way...
Hey, cruel, grey-haired, blue-eyed,
Your waves are deep, but our ship flies across them..