Sing your hymns of evensong, All you fishermen and you fortune hunters, Sing rhapsodies to the fickle gods that guide you, Awake the brave adventurer that sleeps inside you. Before you vanish away like midnight smoke, So that no signs or memories remain, You might vanish away like midnight smoke,
You sailors, sail your stormy seas; You gamblers, roll your ball. All you butterflies and you ballerinas, Dream and believe; follow what you're searching for, One day the brave adventurer will be no more.
You just vanish away like midnight smoke, So that no signs of memories remain, You'll just vanish away like midnight smoke,
You just vanish away like midnight smoke, So that no signs or memories remain, You'll just vanish away like midnight smoke,