He shoots the sun

he shoots the sun
to make clouds in the sky.
when i'm on board your ship
i'm caught in a storm.
his wet flag is waving.
the course without the star.
why don't you tremble and cry
in the dark?

he hates to light
the cigarette by candle light.
i'm staring at his eyes
which gaze into space.
his sadness is flickering.
the course without the moon.
why do i tremble and cry
in your dark?

the morning spread through the whole your land.
the brightness is fixed upon the air.
we cross the world with the newest wind
it blows my hair in his gently light.
keep on sailing and breath new life into the sky

he shoots the sun
to make clouds in the sky.
when i'm on board your ship
i'm caught in a storm.
his wet flag is waving.
the course without the star.
why don't you tremble and cry
in the dark?
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