I sail the seven seas running from you/looking for you, with the stars to guide me, seeing the moon beams reflected in the red coral reefs of the red sea, in the fall of my life falling in the fall of autumn, heading north to north west of the big remains of the Faroe's, For the rest of my days remaining.
But is it north i need to go?
What would be true?
Sometimes.
Sometimes I see your fair face, and the stars seem to lose their place.
Why must I think of you?
Why must I?
Why should I?
Why should i cry for you?
Why would you want me to?
And what would it mean to say, That I loved you in my fashion?
What would be true?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?
