A hundred awaits for the ticket
To their ride
A thousand boats are
Rushing with the tide
A hundred on the shore
Just standing
They doesn't know, they doesn't care
That a thousand is in vain, crying...
In one island
One man awaits
For a thousand to came;
Waiting and waiting for a thousand years so that his luggage can be done
On the ripple of this dark water
Millions have give their dreams
As the water flows, rushes and spins
And the wind is breaking all the reams
Let the tide run, let the wind blow
Its time to leave, its time to go
Whose dead skin is sailing with the row
Nobody cares and nobody knows
Except the one with the sail
Because he saw the death of the deadman
Beyond the living vail
