Seen from here, the earth is mine, but I'm taking in water
It's like this that old ships float back and forth
I would like to see land again
It's been a long time since I left
I would like to be in winter,
Very far from here
I have touched low ebbs, the bottom of seas
On the billows the wind raves, (and) I let myself go
I want to touch land at last
To escape quietly
I'll tell you how to get
Forgotten by everybody
I want to touch land at last,
To come back into port
Show me how I can
Find the door...