原始歌词 (English)
No man
No man to go or to row,
no thing to love or understand,
no place to owe or to grow,
no foe to blow or to bow,
I will come to you, my only friend.
I don't know why it should be so.
Maybe you can everything amend.
You will help to stay and undergo,
I remember how's strong your hand.
So, let the life rolls up below,
it's the shortest way to reach your land.