WIND FORCE 10

This ship is no beauty,
this ship is not modern
It looked bad at Cape Horn,
we already saw ourselves before the Lord
The whisky and the women, the captain is passé
This man is completely finished, he seeks death at sea
Everyone has bad dreams, scream out loud in their sleep
The captain cries into an ace of clubs, the man will take us to our grave
This ship will turn us into old men, here a guy will become a dwarf
We pray to the sails: Go home, go home!
[Chorus]
If a sailor is at sea for too long, he is tormented by the urge
But then one of them shouts: land ahoy! And we sing the old song
Wind force 10, nothing can shake us
Wind force 10, we know every reef
Wind force 10, home in every port
Wind force 10, that's a sailor's luck
Thirty degrees, not a breath of breeze, the cook sings pious songs
Everyone is thinking the same thing: will we see our wives again?
Women this way and women that, the sails swell
The cook sings a dirty song, that's the life of a sailor