Again the wind will raise light ripples
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In dark gray icy lead water,
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Even the birds don't nest here,
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At least how would they know
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What a sad island stands above the water.
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He can't sleep in the binding of the winds,
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And in the industrial area in the shops there is always some kind of knocking.
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Then the machines knock, they sew ZK mittens,
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And their measured sound flies and flies on the water.
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Tierra del Fuego, a pier without a ship,
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Every step on you burns the soul with fire.
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Tierra del Fuego, life cannot be started from scratch,
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The lighthouses were burned and the pier was destroyed.
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The lighthouses were burned and the pier was destroyed.
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Again the island of Fire will cover the night,
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Somewhere out there beyond the icy water
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In a black haze forest.
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Even the birds fly away from here,
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Shooting here without warning
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To a rustle, to a splash.
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Like the shadow of a sentry in a gray cape,
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And all around there is only water and two bulk islands.
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Fiery Island, and even Sweet Island,
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Like two different poles with a fate for two.
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Tierra del Fuego, a pier without a ship,
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Every step on you burns the soul with fire.
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Tierra del Fuego, life cannot be started from scratch,
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The lighthouses were burned and the pier was destroyed.
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The lighthouses were burned and the pier was destroyed.
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Tierra del Fuego, a pier without a ship,
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Every step on you burns the soul with fire.
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Tierra del Fuego, life cannot be started from scratch,
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The lighthouses were burned and the pier was destroyed.
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The lighthouses were burned and the pier was destroyed.
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The lighthouses were burned and the pier was destroyed. |