i | I was looking for a home in the world, |
i | met friends and yet was still alone. |
I was looking for a home in the world, |
met friends and yet was still alone. |
No matter where I've been, |
I did not fit there. |
You can probably tell |
that I can't stay here either. |
It's hard for me to say goodbye, |
but the seaside is calling. |
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o |
o |
i |
i |
I only talk about my homeland, |
sing songs from the waterfront. |
I long for the salt of the air, |
hear my Friesland calling. |
I dream of sailing high on the wind |
to the land where my roots are. |
I'll pack my bag and wish you luck, |
then I'll return home. |
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o |
o |
i |
i |
I was looking for a home in the world, |
met friends and yet was still alone. |
No matter where I've been, |
I did not fit there. |
I dream of sailing high on the wind |
to the land where my roots are. |
I'll pack my bag and wish you luck, |
then I'll return home. |
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o | Friesland - green meadows, |
o | dikes and sea. |
Friesland erstreckt sich entlang der niederländischen, deutschen undd dänischen Nordseeküste. |