Letzte Signale eines sinkenden (Ex-)Tankers
‚All hands on deck, wève run afloat!‘ I heard the captain cry ‚Explore the ship, replace the cook: let no one leave alive!‘ Across the straits, around the Horn: how far can sailors fly? A twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left alive. (Procol Harum, A Salty Dog, 1.Strophe) Soweit die erste Strophe […]