Der Klabautermann [English translation]

In the ship's cabin the lamp keeps swinging

Men sitting around the table

From the laughter, singing, cursing

The walls around resound

Outside the storms, waves are roaring

The sails are beating in the night

the spray is thrown, high as a house

That the Brigg is croaking in all her joints (1)

Only the cowardly sailmaker in the cabin

Blasphemes the old sailor's yarn (2)

"We're your masters, you sea ghosts of old"

Masters of wind and sea

Suddenly a loud bang, the hatch goes pop

Horror paralyzes every single man

Dripping wet, pale as a ghost

In the room stands the Klabautermann (3)

Points at the Sailmaker, a scream of anguish

The blasphemer sinks dead into a lump

In the ship's cabin the lamp keeps swinging

Outside the wind played with the rigging

And the blue light of the moon

Swallowed up a shadow

Outside the storms, waves are roaring

The sails are beating in the night

the spray is thrown, high as a house

That the Brigg is croaking in all her joints

• Artist:Achim Reichel
• Album:Klabautermann