The Last Of The Galleons (Za poslední lodí)

 Lyrics: Robert Krestan, Translation: Ruth Ellen Gruber

The last of the galleons had sunk in the sea
The last of the soldiers had
heard his death knell
And a desolate chant from within a stone
cloister
Was like one of us bidding farewell


The last of the galleons had sunk in the sea
And like night-flying bats
the wind ruffled the shore
And a bold young musician chimed chords on an
organ,
Jeremiah´s his name evermore


The last ship had sunk, and I rushed to a place
Where the turning flood
tide left me armor from Spain,
A sack of pesetas, some yellowing
letters;
Stark memories and unfathomed pain