And i greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair
With that love so vast and shattered it will reach you everywhere
And i sing this for the captain whose ship has not been built
For the mother in confusion her cradle still unfilled
For the heart with no companion
For the soul without a king
For the prima ballerina
Who cannot dance to anything
Through the days of shame that are coming through the night of wild distress
Though your promise counts for nothing you must keep it nonetheless
You must keep it for the captain whose ship has not been built
For the mother in confusion her cradle still unfilled
