Hoist Up the Colors! - Asaf Avidan, The Mojos

Cut, cut away.

Let the axes fly

Let a loose them ropes and everything dry

Leave the scars of the land far away ashore

Let the strumpets cry like the waves will roar

Let the pall dispurse.

Let them see our stern

Pray we nay be moored, pray our names be earned

Let our bildge grow damp, let our futtocks crack

May our bows be strong, and the wind at our back

Lucky fools!

Hoist up them colors!

Lucky fools!

Hoist up them colors!

Bring the anchor up, up, let the sails roll down

Let them rats grow old, may we hang on drown

Let the swell grow high.

Nay we stillness feel

Let the fathoms wail down below our keel

Set!

set a sail.

Let the land landlubbers stay

Leave this cradle of dirt to the ocean’s spray

Let the skies and seas be our only friends

Let our journey start, long before it ends!

Lucky fools!

Hoist up them colors!

Lucky fools!

Hoist up them colors!

Take the fates… back to our hands!

back to our hands!

Take the fates… back to our hands!

back to our hands!