5544 I am an eager Viking

I am an eager Viking 

With the desire to reach 

The refuge of your bay, 

Loaded with the remains 

Of distant loves 

And rare lands.

It is my desire to reach you, 

To offer you 

The green continent that flourishes 

On the surface of my reason.

My memory already knows 

The hidden route 

Of spices, 

Purple color, 

Fine silks.

Kingdoms with streets of gold, 

Sea of glass, 

With pearly gates 

And immovable foundations 

Like Mount Zion.

But to this day 

You ignore my hints, 

You evade my gaze; 

You return my sighs 

Of nostalgia with indifference.

How to let go of this stone 

That I have tied to my neck, 

Hanging on the left side 

Of my heart, 

Each beat is a blow 

To the sleepy crystal 

Of my ego, 

To the silent symphony 

That howls in my reason.

Don't let despair take 

My body by storm 

As if I were a pirate 

In the Caribbean seas.

I sob as I offer 

For your crown, 

My unknown kingdom, 

My ivory tower, 

My page of gold, 

My chest of pearls.

I am an eager Viking 

With the desire to reach 

The refuge of your bay, 

Loaded with the remains 

Of distant loves 

And rare lands.

It is my desire to reach you, 

To offer you 

The green continent that flourishes 

On the surface of my reason.

My memory already knows 

The hidden route 

Of spices, 

Purple color, 

Fine silks.

Kingdoms with streets of gold, 

Sea of glass, 

With pearly gates 

And immovable foundations 

Like Mount Zion.