My Kandora, you wander solemnly.nI linger,nI owe – what?nA hundred tides!nnI’ll wait, I know thatnI’m native here.nnMy Kandora, your blood runs faster.nI lingernI owe – what?nnMy Kandora, the finest pellicle,nMy loning.nI owe what?nA hundred tides!nnI’ll stay , I know that I’m native here.nI linger,nI owe what?nnI wonder why.