| Eesti keeles


 

At night they slide but they aren’t creeping

they come with cargo and a song

a million miles have been struck down

they embrace the last one still at full steam

 

Ooh…captain, do you hear?

Ooh…breathing on the white verandas

Ooh…the roots of our masts

Ooh…they call from their home beaches

 

Days all spent between the continents

weeks, months passed onto the sea

always bravely, but only once or twice

a lip bitten bloody thinking of you

Now toss the lines and fly down the gangway

we’ll patch the roofs with English pounds,

porcelain china, crystal cups from the cupboard

today we’re getting used to lace and ribbons!

 

Ooh…captain, do you hear?

Ooh…breathing on the white verandas

Ooh…the roots of our masts

Ooh…calling from the rocky beaches

Ooh…sailor, can you hear?

Ooh…the sizzling of the eyes

Ooh…you kiss and kiss

Ooh…those smells and the quiver of shoulders