Oars in my hands. I sit on a boat.
When I pull right, I move to right
If only life worked this way
That it would take me where I want to go
Not towards the storms
When I ask for an apple I get a pear
Though I like dark ones
He was blond
I was supposed to continue my studies, but the school burned down
Instead of a salesman a doctor would be on this boat
But right at this moment
There are not even a one cloud in the sky
And I'm on a boat trip
In the middle of a serene day
Are fish ever sad?
Do they too get bored
To these sweet waters
I was supposed to run and conquer the lands
But I tripped on a veil
And on a garter
But still at this moment
There are not even a one cloud in the sky
And I'm on a boat trip
In the middle of a serene day
Even the birds are free
In the arms of a delicate wind
If it would carry me too
I would go with them, I swear
But the longing and the call from the seas are fading
My sandals won't be spared from the flooding water
When the plug from my boat is split
and the bail was left by the shore