The morning breaks The sky unveiled Our fortune cast Upon we sail To let the stars decide our fate At latitudes we designate The clouds above The sea below Our backs are turned To all we know What did you think you might see? That the sky would open up and show you all its glory? That the constellations tell the only story? We built this ship And firm it holds To hazard all the sea unfolds The currents crest And waves surround To land, we're lost To sea, we're found And whеre we sail We'll nеver know Orion points And there we go What did you think you might see? That the sky would open up and show you all its glory? That the constellations tell the only story? Do the constellations tell the only story?