All the small boats on the water Aren't going anywhere Surely, they must be loaded with More than simple matter Floating on top and gracefully Tending to the same pole All the small boats on the water Going nowhere
[Hook 1:] Is it true that none of them Will ever break free and sail? Feel the night is made of rocks The stagnant mass Is it true that none of them Will ever break free and sail? Break free from the stagnant boats Left in obscurity, left in obscurity
All the faces with their eyes closed Giving a smile, weightless Like a body that would vacate To its own light
[Hook 2:] Is it true that none of these Contented, happy faces Will not ever hear a cry? Won't hear a cry? Is it true that none of these Contented, happy faces Will not ever hear a cry? Filled with love, not with desire Love, not desire
All the small boats on the water Aren't going anywhere Surely, they must be loaded with More than simple matter Floating on top and gracefully Tending to the same pole All the small boats on the water Going nowhere
[Hook 1:] Is it true that none of them Will ever break free and sail? Feel the night is made of rocks The stagnant mass Is it true that none of them Will ever break free and sail? Break free from the stagnant boats Left in obscurity, left in obscurityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
