Everyone has his own ship.
All sail to the Port of Life.
On the ship,
Diligently load up Love and Hope.
Also take on board Conscience, Justice,
Loyalty and Friendship.
Not at all plain sailing,
The ship has loaded up too much.
One, two... start casting away.
First, surrender our conscience,
Second, abandon our hopes.
Forsake love and justice
And continue sailing with a lighter load.
With nothing left on board,
Reached the Port of Life.
At ebb tide, a pang of loneliness
Empty solitude rolls gunwale under.
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