Immortal he was, but he did not know,
Till a deadly plague hit his crew in open sea,
Death was certain, but they would never bow,
As men when they are sailing, they are always free.
So with music they decided to welcome death,
Septet, sextet, quintet, quartet, trio, duet,
One by one they all went, singing till their last breath,
Solo, that man kept singing like it was his debt.
Even now that a hundred years have passed,
He is still singing, in tears of the past.