In the search for the beauty of unknown places, there are always the words and the sounds of longing For the endless expanse and the depth of the water
that connect us in time
past, now and later
On my endless journeys, far from mother, wife and child
There is always a hiding place where I find my brothers in arms
On my endless journeys, far from mother, wife and child, there is always a hiding place, where I find my brothers in arms, digging in the earth, beyond the roots of the soul
and the origin of the genes
you keep coming across the stones
that form the true soil
of the blue Zeeland clay
and the rock-solid trust
between you and me
On my endless journeys, far from mother wife and child
There is always a hiding place where I find my brothers in arms
On my endless journeys, far from mother wife and child< br/>There is always a hiding place, where I will find my brothers in arms
Floating over distant lands
through the cloudy skies, sometimes rumors reach me
that make my thoughts wander
goal set by myself
the wind that whistles past my ears
is like a fierce wild longing for the warmth of my home
at the end of my wanderings in the lee of the wind
I always come back to the crossroads where I find my brothers in arms
On my endless journeys, far from mother, wife and child
There is always a hiding place where I find my brothers in arms