Night is ending
A dozen of ships
Are ready to sail away

Some of them sank
In the present
Some of them leave
It for leaving

Native land
Golden sand
Purple lips

Mother please
Keep this
Till I am
Back again

If I am
If I am

Down is ending
There is no one
Who've seen any ships

Some of them sleep
Dreaming of a trip
Some has got up
Life has not stopped

Racing race

No one does
Remember us
Untill we all
Are not bought or sold

Bought or sold
Sold or bought
I'd rather float