I'm tired of being here on this hill No one lives to be 300 years Like the way it used to be I think they were giants I think they were giants On this hill, nothing grows except greed You will stay to finish your work As long as need be As long as need be On a clear day I can see my old house And my wife in the front yard Talking with the friends We gathered in spring We gathered in spring We gathered in spring We gathered in spring I'm tired of being here on this hill Where I'm sure to find my last meal No one lives to be 300 years On a clear day I can see my old house And my wife in the front yard Talking with the friends We gathered in spring We gathered in spring We gathered in spring We gathered in spring

It covers the roadwaysIt covers the hillsidesIt covers the housesIt covers the frozen pines We had the snowfallTo run all the rations dryWhen we got hungryWe'd taken what wasn't ours Now we will set outThe seats are cold on this boatAs we head towards the ocean, towards the ocean Making our way outTrying to surviveAs we head our towards the ocean I'm not sure where this river goesBut we have no choice but to followThere is smoke in the sky over those treesLet us hope they are kind to you and me Let us hope, let us hope they have enoughWinter comes it sure is roughMaybe they'll welcome usWe won't ask muchBut their rations were lowAnd they couldn't help usSo off we go It covers the roadwaysIt covers the hillsidesIt covers the housesIt covers the frozen pines Now we will set outThe seats are cold on this boatAs we head towards the ocean Making our way outTrying to surviveAs we head our towards the ocean Towards the ocean, towards the oceanTowards the ocean, towards the ocean

Yes I'm sorry that I missed youI'm sorry that I missed youWhen there's no one there to greet youI'm sorry that I missed you You're always chasing after deerOh my dear, oh my dearAnd through the meadow I can hearMy fears, oh my fears For myself I must remindThat the woods are usually kindAnd the sea is not mineAnd when you're all aloneAnd chasing after deerDon't be upset if it's scaredAnd you can't reach it I know that you are fastBut it's much fasterAnd after a while you can't keep upSo you start to lag behind But it doesn't knowThat you've resignedSo off a cliffIt falls to the seaAnd you are sadBut the sea is not mine The sea is not mine, the sea is not mineThe sea is not mine, the sea is not mine

I untied all the rope linesI gathered our thingsAnd placed them beside meYou never arrivedAnd I got worriedYou never arrivedAnd I was troubledBut you were bound to leaveAnd so I crumbledYou should steerThe seats are warm in this boatCome on and hurry move your feet Down the shore that winter had a hold onAnd we'll pass byFor the last timeWe'll pass by for the last time