If live is to navigate, my boat is gone
In the flow of the rain, in a rump[1]
That time took far away in time
Each port a love, in each love a goodbye
My boat follows alone, mere destiny
During the day I want to see the sun, during night the lighthouse
I am gypsy pirate
Old sea wolf
I expand what I earn
For the pleasure of dream!
[1] Not the animal part literally, but the backseat of a bicycle or motorcycle.