A sick heart which finds no remedy
in forgeting
fades away in the frost, in the north wind
far away in foreign parts,
waiting always for the moment
to return;

The ship will appear in the harbour,
a sea-bird in our dreams

You've been touched once more by the ice
and the loneliness of the world;
How can you heal the old wound
deep in your soul?
Waiting always for the moment
to return;
The ship will appear in the harbour,
a sea-bird in our dreams