Suicidal Rat's Escape

All the ships of this world Have the captains Have a crew Have the rats Dreams wither Or sink in a mud I found my ship sinking In the muds of this world In the dreams of fall We had no crew We had rats running away But some dreams come back From the depths When they lost the last bubble Of the air All ships of this world Moan on the seas I poured from your bucket Of the suicidal cries They cry through me: World is so wonderful When we hang on wind Fresh 'til tommorow afteroon Your cries call my deaths They all go through me With no mercy They left my mind raped With old struggles