The men are casting off the mooring ropes
The journey will be long, Rise and fall
The men are praying for the sea of mercy
They try everything to escape misery
…Astrolabe….
Astrolabe, show the way to the north
Get me out of this world
Keep the dream and move on
Make everything mine
We took at their word, we were told to obey
They're gonna do the job and get us in the game
Rules – were- not- defined
Ar-bi-trator decide
….Astrolabe….
Astrolabe, show the way to the north
Get me out of this world
Keep the dream and move on
Make everything mine
Walking through a narrow row, looking for the hole
The way of astrolabe, made in far lands
Reaching the goal was not without any fault
The way of astrolabe, made in far lands