The ship is gone; you know whereto?
Your pupil is a pin
In view of freedom

Dear benevolence
I wanna be a rock to you
In the city of banned souls

Where could this ship be
Yesterday I heard a kid talking
About a sighting

For years I been ranging through deserts
By the zenith of the sun
Now my skin is parched

Dear daughter of colors
There are rumors about your picture
Allegedly it depicts a ferry

Finally! The steamboat has latched on
Tomorrow it's gonna start
Into freedom