Acid rain can't dissolve The stains which were left by the flood of tears Foaming sea of rage can't erode This heart of stone frozen by fear
Frail skiff ! Without a course already traced Drowning with haste ! Frail skiff without a crew Sinking to my rescue !
Lighthouses can't be seen Fog-horns can't be heard Deserted waters By the tiny frail skiff Diving at its own risk Deserted waters Leaving the anchor behind Adrift goes my mind Deserted waters Scattered slowly, agonizing Time kills time
The skiff ran onto The reef of my memory Hoisting the yellow flag I stem the tide of my past
In this imminent wreckage I despair for salvation Am I destined to an unconscious scuttling ? My soul now a soaked up desert land
Pulled out from my deepest torments Submerged in my own torrents Lurking in my own wake I am my own stowaway