There is a hot wind blowing
It moves across the oceans
And into every port
A plague
A black plague
There's danger everywhere
And you've been sailing

And you're alone on an island now
Tuning in
Did you think this was the way
Your world would end?
Hombres
Sailors
Comrades

There is no pure land now
No safe place
And we stand here
On the pier
Watching you drown
Love among the sailors
Love among the sailors

There is a hot wind blowing
Plague drifts across the oceans
And if this is the work
Of an angry god
I want to look into his angry face
There is no pure land now
No safe place
Come with us
Into the mountains
Hombres
Sailors
Comrades

Thank you and goodnight
Thank you, so, so much