Atlantic Lands, 4th October 2011
Quite sea, lands plenty of true cold water,
Waves splasind over the water of the sea.
Everything is full ob beauty,
However a sailing ship
Is like a house crossing the cold water.
Everything is clearness of the water of the sea,
I can see the fourious wind free forgetting
The pain of my heart. It is not a dream,
It is the beauty of waving on the sea.
A wild song of true pain.
Do not waste your time about uselles question,
Is something is before or something is after,
Thin about the strong wind blowing on the white sails
Be brave and srong, you are navegating
The Atlantic Ocean, because you are free
Like the moving wind,
And in this way you are feeling
That you believe