An old man by a sea shore at the end of day
gazes the horizon with sea winds in his face .
seasons all the same.
and a ship without a name.
Sea without a shore
for the vanished one unheard
he lightens the beacon, light at the end of world.
Showing the way, lighting hope in their hearts,
the ones and their travels homeward from afar.
This is for long-forgotten light at the end of the world.
Horizon's crying, the tears he left behind long ago
The albatross is flying
making him daydream
time before he became - one of the world's unseen
Princess in the tower, children in the fields
life gave him it all: an island of the universe.
Now his love's a memory: a ghost in the fog
He sets the sails one last time
saying farewell to the world.
anchor to the water, seebed far below
Grass still in his feet and a smile beneath his brow.
This is for long-forgotten light at the end of the world
Horizon's crying the tears we left behind long ago.
So longer gone...
De las últimas cosas de esta gran banda (finlandesa por cierto)...
Como de costumbre, jaja... nórdicos.
Gritando fuerte y siempre al frente...
We all are an islander in so many ways...