My Kandora, you wander solemnly.
I linger,
I owe – what?
A hundred tides!
I`ll wait, I know that
I`m native here.
My Kandora, your blood runs faster.
I linger
I owe – what?
My Kandora, the finest pellicle,
My loning.
I owe what?
A hundred tides!
I`ll stay , I know that I`m native here.
I linger,
I owe what?
I wonder why.
