O, my boatman, O, my boatman, our shore is the river's flow.
O, my boatman, our shore is the river's flow, O, my boatman.
Those who drift on shores, have they ever heard tell?
Of paper boats that never find a shore, O, my boatman.
O, my boatman, my boatman, a shore that embraces the shore,
That is our shore.
O, my boatman, our shore is the river's flow, O, my boatman.
In the waters we drift, broken shores abound,
In the paths we meet, all lost supports are found.
O, my boatman, my boatman, a support that meets the deep,
That is our support. O, my boatman, our shore is
The river's flow, O, my boatman.
Our shore is the river's flow, O, my boatman.
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