On the sea
I leave home
Leaving comrades
In the mist of emptiness
Shallow sea, lonely sail
Upon my dark sky
Is the plover, who skim the clouds
Lonely is the comrades once at it's side
Tire is migrating south...
In the middle of the sea
I can make that home
Or i can migrate south
With the plover...
Beyond the empty sea
New comrades
And forgotten pain...
I choose to stay
but waves force me south
Even the plover send me an omen...
At the end there is no choice
South is my road
North is my memory...
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