Belly of dolphin Slashed by propeller blade No oneís expecting To be shot in the back Gunner is silent - No shells left in reserve Have to be faster On every turn! But our sail - one thing that mattered Now is ripped to tatters Even patrolling You might not see your foe It doesnít matter If you have stubbed your toe All the door-hinges - Some hear them creak or sing: Who are you people? Who let you in? But our sail - one thing that mattered Now is ripped to tatters Long live the ones Who sing in their sleep All of the continents Can sink into the deep And all the lands Can be engulfed in flames - Thatís not important, I canít care less But our sail - one thing that mattered Now is ripped to tatters
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