A long straight gap, filled with water;
to connect, harbour to harbour, town to town
and the banks pass...
High shores covered with weed and tiny trees
It is a hard life ashore,
grab the marl walls in wind and storm, and wave
Goodbye to the skipper, or Hello...
So long distance, white cloudy sky;
seems the world endless as it is.
Fierce woods walk over the ridge,
trees march upfront
Hurrah, I say, and lift my stick,
the mighty stick that walks me by
Dogs bark, a warning for me,
for the ships,
for all that passes
So you know where this town is waiting for
Not for me, not for its houses,
but for that what will be brought