There is also fighting on the waves
Where fish and flesh are woven to the sea
One sticks the lance in the army
The other throws it into the sea
Journey, journey, sailor journey
Everyone does it in their own way
One pushes the spear to the man
The other to the fish then
Journey, journey, sailor journey
And the waves cry quietly
In their blood there is a spear
Bleeding quietly into the sea
The lance must drown in the flesh
Fish and man sink to the deep
Where the black one soul lives
There is no light on the horizon
Journey, journey, sailor journey
Everyone does it in his own way
One thrusts the spear to the man
The other to fish then
Journey, journey, sailor journey
And the waves cry quietly
In their blood there is a spear
Bleeding quietly into the sea
Journey, voyage, sailor voyage
And the waves cry softly
There is a spear in their heart
Bleeding themselves empty on the shore
Bleeding themselves empty on the shore