I want to be a captain,
But the ship is too small.
Without me in the dark blue far way
My small ship was sailing away.
The wind raises the waves,
The ninth wave runs up,
But my courageous small ship
Boldly cuts the crest.
Well, the wind keeps getting stronger,
Throws the waves on sand,
And my intrepid small ship
Rushes straight into the ocean.
... The sea waves are beating against the shore,
And I want to believe in better,
That my white paper small ship
Will return from distant wanderings one day.