Seen from here, the earth is mine, but I'm taking in waternIt's like this that old ships float back and forthnnI would like to see land againnIt's been a long time since I leftnI would like to be in winter,nVery far from herennI have touched low ebbs, the bottom of seasnOn the billows the wind raves, (and) I let myself gonnI want to touch land at lastnTo escape quietlynI'll tell you how to getnForgotten by everybodynnI want to touch land at last,nTo come back into portnShow me how I cannFind the door...