My boat was on a smooth sail, In the winter of 2001, Undaunted to find the land, To sow the seeds, But missed a little rain.
Unlike Columbus, Dolefully sailed back, What was to turn to reality, Became a distant dream. That dream stays with me, Altering the Colour of emotions.
The love remains well, The rest is unsavory. Indeed misery outlives the joy Denmark remains a distant dream.
