Stories of the day, the real day,
histories of good people,
The fear is reflected in their eyes
the sea breaks out into tears.
Every night the tide brings in thousands of shadows.
They navigate laden with dreams left at the shore.
Stories of the day, the real day, histories of good people.
They gamble their lives tired, with hunger and a cold that hurts.
They drown their sorrows with a candle -put yourself in their place
The fear that they reflect in their eyes, the sea breaks out into tears.
Many don't make it, their dreams sink to ruin
Wet papers, papers without owners.
Many don't make it, their dreams sink to ruin
Wet papers, papers without owners.
Fragile memories in the drift rip the soul to shreds
The water penetrates all the bones, it drags them without mercy.
The powerlessness in their throats with the taste of salt,
a mouthful of air gives them another opportunity.
All this injustice makes me despair -put yourself in their place.
The fear that they reflect in their eyes, the sea has thrown itself to tears.
Many don't make it, their dreams sink to ruin
Wet papers, papers without owners.
Many don't make it, their dreams sink to ruin
Wet papers, papers without owners.
Many don't make it, their dreams sink to ruin
Wet papers, papers without owners.
Many don't make it, their dreams sink to ruin
Wet papers, papers without owners.