I hail you, great ocean! Oh tell me, will you be my brother?
I do not know your hidden destiny; everything about you interests me. Tell me, then, if you are the abode of the Prince of Darkness. Tell me if it is the breath of Satan that creates the tempests which whip your salt-water cloud-high. You must tell me, for I would rejoice to know that hell is so near to man.
Your moral grandeur, image of infinity, you are more beautiful than the night. Which the deeper, the more impenetrable of the two: the ocean or the human heart?
Old ocean, crystal-waved... Free-flowing tears well up in my eyes. Thus, one last time, I want to hail you and bid you goodbye.
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If i was a ship I would be of much grace And the wind in my sails Would be my lover
If i was a ship I would sail through the storm To carry a bread To the great starving lands
Inside my wide chest They would carry the stones To build their temples For gods long forgotten
If i was a ship I would fight for no king Any flag on my mast I would turn into black
If i was a ship I would rather drown To never end up On the shore of Alang
To never end up On the shore of Alang I would rather drown