Текст песни River Of Change - The Old Boatswain
River Of Change - The Old Boatswain слова песни
On the seven seas, a lot of shipsBrave against the unknownFace the horizon lineAs the old boatswainStorm and flat calm, the stars that guideThe vortex, a typhoon, billows and iceRum in veins, salt in hairOf the old boatswainTyphus and scurvy, no rain, lack of waterCrew one by one, they all dieThe indifferent chill, the empty galleyTied to the rudder the old boatswainHoisted the sails, figurehead on the prowTired arms have lost the courseUnder a new Grey skyRoams alone the old boatswainFog is hazing the sight, going adriftBroken mast`s falling downA phantom ship with dead seamenAnd one alive the old boatswainSail, go adrift to the fjordsSail, go away from the northLost all the hopes and left all the faithThe old man prepares himself to dieBut a light breaks the skyAnd wind holds up the old boatswainJust a wreckage ploughing the wavesSilver foam from the rotten tailNow a smile appears on his faceA tired laughter from the old boatswainSail, go adrift to the fjordsSail, go away from the north