Maria, for I will never lose my hope.
But one day my love will wither like a pool.
Do you really feel nothing at all for me?
Isn't there a very small feeling at least?
I'm so moved of you.
Yeh, I'm so moved of you.

Yeh long, long wilde storm, you will get still again!
Yeh long, long wilde storm, you will get still again!

Maria, I wanna dream you'd love me too.
But 'cause I must feel the pain you should see through,
There is just one way to get not now inane.
I must see the only friend, Gordon's dry gin.
I'm so drunk today.
Yeh, I'm so drunk today.

Yeh long, long wilde storm, you will get still again!
Yeh long, long wilde storm, you will get still again!

But how to make ye love me?
You're quite in another land.
Two eyes look 'cross the water
And they mean to seize your face.
A stone thrown to the surface
Does not help to turn your fate.
A boat sunk to the bottom
And a sword destroyed of rust.

My winter is strong, there ain't no sign of spring.
But if you would send a sweety, warming sting
I could sense the summer through the ice-blue extent,
Through the ice-blue extent,
Through the ice-blue extent, extent.