De dincolo de timp, Sunt singur matelot pe propria-mi corabie.

Nici licr de lumin ca bezna s-mi strpung, Pmntu-i amintire dus, Doar groas-a norilor perdea s m ndrume am. Plutirea e-ncercare grea cnd n adncuri sunt de mult trind i respirnd oceanul.

Late, by myself, in the boat of myself, no light and no land anywhere, cloudcover thick. I try to stay just above the surface, yet I'm already under and living with the ocean.