My Kandora, you wander solemnly.

I linger,

I owe – what?

A hundred tides!


I'll wait, I know that 

I'm native here.


My Kandora, your blood runs faster.

I linger

I owe – what?


My Kandora, the finest pellicle,

My loning.

I owe what?

A hundred tides! 


I'll stay , I know that I'm native here.

I linger,

I owe what?


I wonder why