I'm so cold, I can feel my sweat. I'm hungry, my stomach is full. My lungs fill in, I blow out my thoughts.
I'm looking for the new world. I'll always be a word man better than a bird man. Will I reach my destiny? Fatalism made of scepticism guides me in these hostile seas. The right winds bring me her memories and take me where they want me to go.
I am sailing through the unknown, I've lost the coastline. And if I should ever fall, never let her picture be forgotten. If my ship sinks, keep her features in mind.
And if the sirens sweetly singing should take me away, if I fail to resist, give her my picture. Let her know my tale.
Before this goes all up in flames.
