All that is, burns, turns
From the hard weathers of the world
A colony of vultures
Devours men's hearts in such times
But one winter sun I know
That gives shelter to my heart
Without you, everything is like glass
And the future in cold flames
Tell me, how you'd like
To meet me for a parley
Then a glow into my cave
Would shine so fair
One maiden, this poor fellow
Longs to feel arms embracing
Though my ships, never again
Sail, I´ll never regret
For now will a glow
Ever so fair, light my cave
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