If the day has come to raise anchors from time,
A ship that sails into the unknown departs from this harbour.
It takes leave as though it has no passengers,
and not a handkerchief, nor a single arm is waved at this departure.
Many who have left are but happy with their resting place
Years have passed by, years have passed by,
and yet none have returned from their voyage.
Helpless hearts, this is not the last ship to sail,
Nor is it the last grief of this sorrowful life.
Around the world, those who have been loved and those who love wait in vain,
For they don't know that the lovers who have gone
will not be returning.
Many who have left are but happy with their resting place
Years have passed by, years have passed by,
and yet none have returned from their voyage.