The hate for my knowledge is anew. It dont matter to me when I know The whole world is at my feet When I am still on this wooden boat. They can me feel stupid at every instant moment. They can jeer until they are permently quiet. It won't leave any bruise on my leather My will for no limits with only grow bigger. At the end of this journey they will comprehend That we won't die at the edge of the world. God of Gravity will protect us from the great dive, And will turn us upside down to see undiscover people. The limits of their knowledge will evaporate. I will hold the reponsiblity for the excuse They will glory in the guilt of their opinion That we were limited by the deep blue ocean.