…The end. The songwriter's dead. The blade fell upon him Taking him to the white lands Of Empathica Of Innocence Empathica Innocence The dreamer and the wine Poet without a rhyme A widowed writer torn apart by chains…

…An old man by a seashore at the end of day Gazes the horizon with seawinds in his face Tempest-tossed island seasons all the same Anchorage unpainted and a ship without a name Sea without a shore for the banished one…

…the inhalt. I write everything to the paper, and correct it all. The weather here restricts the life, after the years, it has come different, even in the coastal line. From here, people go to work to the islands, its a ferry trip to the archipelado islands, there is nice and quiet places, if you just want to see some privacy.…

…soaring high of truth and light The music of this awe Deep silence between the notes Deafens me with endless love This vagrant Island Earth A pilgrim shining bright We are shuddering before the beautiful Before the plentiful…

…LOVE, OR FACE NEW. YOU CAN DRIVE ME TO THE ISLAND, EVEN THOUGH I COME FROM FINLAND, YOU CAN HEAT ME ALL NIGHT LONG, SO I DONT NEED TO BE SO MUCH ALONE. YOU REALLY ARE GOOD TO A WOMAN, I DONT KNOW, HOW IT ALL FEEL SO…

…pain an island rests Where all I want is safely kept I wish that somehow I could reach this place But the more I swim, the more I see I simply just can never be So I'll drown with the dreams I planned to make And I'll…

…all have been living the central european city life, you like no love, just your own ex wifes, you talk to them of their work, sex and money are your friends. You all love your egosentric lifes, you all want to see in…

…First we give them siima, then we pull the matto alta Tää matka tuntunu vast poron kusemalta On käyty Thaikuis, ja nähty Malta, mut ei Kanariansaaret tunnu Winlandialta Winlandia-a-a-aa-aa-aa Winlandia-a-a-aa-aa-a-a-a…