Vlasics György: Night boat

When the dark enters to the boat
every minutes loaded and bored
it's on that water road
on the night boat

Rock my gently soak
with her shaking hand
on her pity muddy sand
oh honey

When Honey enters to the boat
every minutes burn in soak
I'm freezing 'cause of
she covered me by her cloak
on the night boat
it seems like Noah's bark
pairs walk with each others
a mother talks to someone's father
in the dark

Hold my hand
and take my hand
hold my head
and take my hat
while i'm puking
in the toilett
from my set
on the right boat

When the ego enters to the boat
that turn the situation to the fight
fight reshape our cold night
on the night boat
on the right boat
Can we start now?

hold my hand
hold my hand
hold my hand
in the end