My rowing-boat floats to its aim.
There is a place for everybody in it –
For everybody who is on my way.
In wind and storm your guardian I’ll become
And to the land for sure we will come.

I don’t know who you are
Now I see only remnants
Of yesterday’s wave
But I know who I am.
And the glittering light
From the storm will us save.

You talk and I’m silent and listening,
You’re afraid, and I’m laughing and consoling.
I see the reflection of life in your eyes
You talk and I’m silent and listening,
You’re afraid, and I’m laughing and consoling.
And it brings warmth to my soul.

I don’t know who’ve jumped out shouting “Land!”
I don’t know who looks up to the sky and prays.
But I know who is sitting silent in the corner –
He knows just the same that I do.
He sees all the things that I view.