Far, far away There’s Isle of Drone Its habitants Deem they’re alone
There’s no law, there’s no shame, there’s no trust, there’s no blame, There’s no law, there’s no shame, there’s no trust, there’s no blame, No order, no justice, no punish, no prison, no manners, no conscience, no faith and religion
They don’t care of purity, and they don’t know civility, The rules are force and cruelty, they deem their world is wild and small but
There was a kid speaking of Continent – large and rightful He believed one day big ship’ll take `em there
Years and years were passing He grew and his troubles but Every evening stared at the far horizon
He had many reasons To lost his rosy fair Was beaten, humiliated And suffered every day
But he spoke again About Promised Land and Every morning stared at the far horizon
He really felt this island Is alien for him He tried to keep his fair Horizon though was clean
And no one of wildmen Who consider him week Realized that he is strongest on the island: `Round him’s injustice `Round the island – ocean He believe the Continent and peace around
Please don’t think my friends He wasn’t in temptation To become a wildman, to avoid a suffer Life could be much easier Life could be a pleasure But how to look then at the eyes of cap and skipper?
Wavering, Doubtfulness Doubtfulness but Hope
Meanwhile in the port somewhere on Continent – far but real Shiny sails been hoisting on the big ship
Please don’t think my friends He wasn’t in temptation To become a wildman, to avoid a suffer Life could be much easier Life could be a pleasure But how to look then at the eyes of cap and skipper?