From the stern to the bow
Oh, my boat is empty
Yes, my heart is empty
From the hole to the how
From the rudder to the sail
Oh, my hand is empty
From the wrist to the nail
From the ocean to the bay
Oh, the sand is clean
From the night to the day
From the stern to the bow
Oh, my boat is empty
From the strean is long
Yes, my dream is wrong
From the birth to the death