Here's a rough translation...probably very inaccurate, but oh well.
A drunken boat, on a restless sea
Without a captain, crew, sail or rudder
(And your words are holding me, strangling me with great flames)
Without destination or harbor
(We won't be able to digest, not even a little bit)
On Anne, on, my Anne. Is there nothing you can see coming that could bring back a bit of hope?
(I am so close to reaching the new one...the new one...)
No. Messages of hermes are bad omens.
I vomit too much, full of bloody melancholy
(I am so close to reaching the new one...the new one...but too exhausted, my head plunges back beneath.)
which is suffocating me a little more with every wave.
I am so tired, I drown myself in my own storm
Without wind or tide
Without cries or courage
Here's a rough translation...probably very inaccurate, but oh well.
A drunken boat, on a restless sea Without a captain, crew, sail or rudder (And your words are holding me, strangling me with great flames) Without destination or harbor (We won't be able to digest, not even a little bit)
On Anne, on, my Anne. Is there nothing you can see coming that could bring back a bit of hope? (I am so close to reaching the new one...the new one...)
No. Messages of hermes are bad omens.
I vomit too much, full of bloody melancholy (I am so close to reaching the new one...the new one...but too exhausted, my head plunges back beneath.) which is suffocating me a little more with every wave.
I am so tired, I drown myself in my own storm Without wind or tide Without cries or courage