Оригинален текст
Repair the hull, replace the sails.
the monkey wrestles with the ghost
and a thousand pleasures form a thin veneer
over lack of hope.
the captain was rightly murdered by the crew
but now they don't know what to do -
drifting on the murky sargasso of the everyday.
work and slave and skimp and save
and you can buy yourself a bigger cave
and a thousand little cruelties we agree to pretend to ignore.
the ghost has got the monkey by the tail
and all they both can do is wail.
and you and i go drifting by the abandoned vessels of he everyday.