Sailormen 歌词

Hawling aft the sails and loosing the moorings, From the port of Saint-Nazaire, we left in quest for Glory ! Month after month, we lost the dream of earth, Surrounded by water and no rum anymore ! Bravery ! Searching after riches, Glory ! Never fear the future. We were navigating in the Indian Ocean. After a long boring journey, the habit was on the ship, (But) when the look-out screamed : « Enemy to starboard ! », Proud of our flag, we were ready to fight ! Bravery ! Searching after riches, Glory ! Never fear the future. Dead ! They were all dead ! They paid the treasure by giving their lives ! Dead ! All of them dead ! How will we tell them that all their sons died ? Bravery ! Searching after riches, Glory ! Never fear the future.