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(Verse 1) Bare feet on the sodden boards, A slightly chilly dawn, and salt on his lips. In his hair—like a streak of light From a sun drowning in gray clouds. He should be playing, but he tugs at the ropes, Wringing his palms on the stiff thread. In a boyish gaze, loss is not visible, The sea splashes there, untamed. (Chorus) And though there are marks from the ropes on his palms, And his jacket is soaked through with water, His soul is purer than the calm of the oceans, He accepted this seafaring lot as a gift. And the sea does not cry, and the storm does not question, But only the mast bends, and the cabin boy stands. Through foam and cold, the ship carries away The one cast of light and steel. (Verse 2) Heavy nets, a silvery gleam, Fatigue settles on the child's shoulders. To the roar of the waves and the creaking of the mast, He waits for sleep to heal this burden. Curled up, asleep in the darkness, He wrinkles his nose comically, forgetting everything. But even in his most sincere dreams, He hears the waves singing overboard. (Chorus) And though there are rope marks on his palms, And his jacket is soaked through with water, His soul is purer than the calm of the oceans, He accepted this seafaring lot as a gift. And the sea does not cry, and the storm does not question, But only the mast bends, and the cabin boy stands. Through foam and cold, the ship carries away The one cast of light and steel. (Bridge) Mud on his cheeks, but his smile shines, In that storm, he boldly found refuge. And though everything in this threatening world seems precarious, Men like him will never give up! (Outro) The cabin boy sleeps. And the wind kisses his temple. To the sea, he is a brother, to the captain, a son. A fearless heart amidst the dark waters, A bright beacon of his free destiny... ![]() |