There is a dolphin
Slit by the blades of a screw!
What’s next to drop in
Striking out of the blue?

Guns watch the rear,
But ammunition is gone.
Speed is so dear
Out of the turn!

The sail is beyond repair!
Despair! The plain despair.

Sometimes you double
Guards and miss enemy’s track.
That’s not much trouble,
Having an injured leg.

Some of us hear
Words in the jar by the door:
"Why you are here?"
"What do you look for?"

The sail is beyond repair!
Despair! The plain despair.

Blessed be the calling
Dreams where music is felt.
Waves might come rolling,
Where once continents dwelt.

All of the countries
Might lay in flames burst free
Yet such a stance is
Not for me!

The sail is beyond repair!
Despair! The plain despair.