- Feel like Going Home
Well, now it gettin' late on into the evenin'
And I feel like, like blowin' my home
When I woke up this mornin' all I, I had was gone
Now it gettin', late on into the evenin', man now
I feel like, like blowin' my home
Well now, woke up this mornin', all I had was gone
Well, brooks run into the ocean, the ocean run in, into the sea
- Heer Halewijn Zong Een Liedekijn
Фламандская народная песня
1. Сир Галевин пел песню; услышав эту песню, все шли к нему.
2. Эту песню услышала дочь короля, которую очень любили ее родители.
3. Она пошла к своему отцу: «Отец, дозволь мне пойти к Галевину!»
- Sail on
I've been sailing ten thousand years
I've been to far off lands, crossed the seven seas
I've seen empires rise, seen the heads of the mighty fall
I shared my bread with peasants, kings and all
My love's in the valley, my love's on the hill
She's the star that leads me, she's the breeze in my sail
Can't wait to kiss her lips, when I set my foot ashore
Can't wait to tell my tales and show you what I have in store