Your light hairs…, as a shadow play Like a flash…, on my dark skin On the sea…, a glass splinter By accident…, fallen down from a mirror The spark* island…, where i was born Society archipelago It's so far…, so for from my home Your own society…, but it's all right
A man is…, a city A woman…, is his island, and me Me im your wife Oceanwoman By the wedding creepers
Trees are dancing…, woman* sunshine Even silence…, is a fragrance Sometimes, one may hear the lightning When one is seeing…, the sky coming apart Here there's any…, boat coming alongside It's the birds…, which do the postal service But there are…, always armed people who want to liberate… Liberty
A man is…, a city A woman…, is his island and me Me im your wife Oceanwoman By the wedding creepers
Look at them, look at them, these women Oceanwomen balsa colored coutrywomen