From the stern to the bowOh, my boat is emptyYes, my heart is emptyFrom the hole to the howFrom the rudder to the sailOh, my hand is emptyFrom the wrist to the nailFrom the ocean to the bayOh, the sand is cleanFrom the night to the dayFrom the stern to the bowOh, my boat is emptyFrom the strean is longYes, my dream is wrongFrom the birth to the death