Gladir

Gladir
Far, Tyrians of the oceans,
far, keep yourselves in motion,
far, to set up town,
far, where the sun goes down.
Away, where skies are always bright,
away, where winds draw a coast in white,
away, where days are miracles of light.
Away, a city far away,
a land of reverie is waiting.
So dar, a city far away,
there´s nothing else but navigating.
Waves carry a hope song
which treks all the way along,
far, to set up town,
far, where the sun goes down.