Shit, there's wind today Cold and the taste of salt On my lips Better move my ass Better cast the nets for the fish My father told me so: Clear moon frost soon Sunrise is coming While I dream of June But there, on the lines of horizon There the flight of freedom Where nature reigns The sea has no prayer to say We are the guests On his wild surface Silence the voice of waves Only the scream of a seagull My mother woke up with me everynight She gave me the will and the strength to survive But there on the lines of horizon There I learn the freedom But there on the lines of horizon But there on the lines of horizon There I learn the freedom But there on the lines of horizon