Ships will dock for a while and set out on high seas,
Ships will dock for a while - and through storms and through fear
They will lay once again on the course without cease
To return once again in half year.
All return but the best and most loyal of friends,
All return but the ladies of most devotion,
All return but the ones on whom heart most depends
To set out once again through the ocean.
But I'd like to believe that this is not the end,
That someday we'll no longer burn ships in despair.
I of course will return - full of dreams full of friends
I of course will return - it won't be half a year.