The wind in her/his hair,
when the ship in its sails leaves the homeland
and there is an abysmal longing in the soul.
A lot stays in yesterday.
Far to the past, to the time gone.
Those scars will never fade.
Across the vastness foam-headed,
navigates to the dreamland the ship,
that carries the lost one on its deck.
The happiness of life is a distant illusion,
a tale of the wonderland.
She/He closes her/his eyes, the night is infinite.
Across the vastness foam-headed,
navigates to the dreamland the ship,
that carries the lost one on its deck.
To the winds of the frozen seas/oceans,
on the way to the skies, snowy mountains
and far into the freedom.