The Silent Ship
(Ricardo Hoffmann)

Through the whisper of the trees
In an island of hope
From a sparkeling, unfathomable
Paralized with old age
Cleanest source bearing cliff
Your singing calls to me

From a golden misty field
Through ghostly threatening ruins
With a centuries long
With passion lips glowing
The night wakening prayer
My tears quench your thirst

From the deepest, richest caves
From an ocean of saved silence and sleep
And also from the roaring, whirly
Destructive, mighty storms
Our voices call
Dear my destiny
We found us

Your singing calls
The silent ship
My tears hold its
Island of hope
Dear my destiny
We found us