The Islander

The Islander
An old man by a seashore
At the end of day
Gazes the horizon
With seawinds in his face
Tempest-tossed island
Seasons all the same
Anchorage unpainted
And a ship without a name

Sea without a shore for the banished one unheard
He lightens the beacon, light at the end of world
Showing the way lighting hope in their hearts
The ones on their travels homeward from afar
This is for long-forgotten
Light at the end of the world
Horizon crying
The tears he left behind long ago
The albatross is flying
Making him daydream
The time before he became
One of the world`s unseen
Princess in the tower
Children in the fields
Life gave him it all:
An island of the universe
Now his love`s a memory
A ghost in the fog
He sets the sails one last time
Saying farewell to the world
Anchor to the water
Seabed far below
Grass still in his feet
And a smile beneath his brow
This is for long-forgotten
Light at the end of the world
Horizon crying
The tears he left behind long ago

So long ago....
This is for long-forgotten
Light at the end of the world
Horizon crying
The tears he left behind so long ago
Un anciano junto a la orilla del mar al final del día, contempla el horizonte con los vientos marinos en su rostro. En una isla sacudida por la tempestad, las estaciones se suceden sin cambios, con un fondeadero sin pintar y un barco sin nombre...