The sea king of the night
The sea king of the night
We danced around the newly built fire
We have wind, rain and spray in our hair
Our skulls are like that black rock
When I was allowed to enter the island's closed heart
Our ignorant face is toward the sail of time and the wind......
The moon rides the promontory, and the promontory emits smoke
It is time to wake up the sleeping sea
It's time to wake up the steel ship
If 10,000 ripples were equal to only this one...
It's time to wake up the person I was last night
I've danced hand in hand with ten different versions of me
I had laughed like a chain
I remember you -- your words, your bright face
Your cry -- the light of the lamp!
We dance like fire around fire!
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