The Harpy of the LightHouse

 

In the Winter, the thousand stormings,

To tame far the way of “The Tempest”.

The Law of the “board on board”.

Desolation is the beloved rebel´s life.

How many ships do you have to carry

At the bottom of the sea, “Tempest”?

In The Clearance of the Mare, who falls better?

 

The Mister of the sea in his Kingdom.

The Song of «The Bay» at night.

Doesn´t cry “The Harpy” in the LightHouse?

Queen´s me, write me poetry, My Dear…

«In the North, the albatross raffles the sea,

In the ship smoothly to the Deck.

The Master who can´t The Maps.

He looks at the rival, which threatens «to break».»

In the Winter, the thousand stormings,

To tame far the way of “The Tempest”.

The Law of the “board on board”.

Desolation is the beloved rebel´s life.

How many ships do you have to carry

At the bottom of the sea, “Tempest”?

«The Master who can´t The Maps…»

In The Kingdom of the Sea, Governt The Waters.

The Shark that frightens the fight.

One Kingdom Governt The Waters.

The Pirate that arrived a Captain.

The Rain in the Winter, My Shark…!

Queen´s me, write me poetry, My Dear…

Remember my letter for you.

You don´t want hear my sing.

Harpy, don´t cry for me…!

In the North,  navy “The Tempest…”

You don´t want hear my song.

Wait for my return, «Queensmy».

In the LightHouse, «The Harpy» cried for me…

 

Verychero Dhadra