Anachronia

Hawling aft the sails and loosing the moorings,
From the port of Saint-Nazaire, we left in quest for Glory !
Month after month, we lost the dream of earth,
Surrounded by water and no rum anymore !
Bravery !
Searching after riches,
Glory !
Never fear the future.
We were navigating in the Indian Ocean.
After a long boring journey, the habit was on the ship,
(But) when the look-out screamed : « Enemy to starboard ! »,
Proud of our flag, we were ready to fight !
Bravery !
Searching after riches,
Glory !
Never fear the future.
Dead !
They were all dead !
They paid the treasure by giving their lives !
Dead !
All of them dead !
How will we tell them that all their sons died ?
Bravery !
Searching after riches,
Glory !
Never fear the future
[ Sailormen Lyrics ]