The sun meets the ocean From above But the chain that binds them Was forged from love Together they see no Horizon at all But the fish and seagulls Belong to a different world Theirs is ours and ours is leaving On a Norwegian liner Headed towards Greenland And when the day breaks Way to the silence Of night, she'll be walking Her slippers on wood So open the windows Above the desk Draw back the hands That hang like wooden sails That tremble in The lightest breeze It's not fair that the weather Is indifferent to these Wishes and wants that Grow from our stomachs From our heads and up onto Dresses and tresils So climb up that ladder And put on your hat With a rum in our hand We'll introduce Ourselves to the Sun on sun Its shadows and clouds That we're chasing Not the dolphins that swim Alongside our ribs But above our heads She sits alone Her hair hangs down And covers Breasts that a bare And through the window Electrifies the yellow And forges a bond Born from love And stewed by the heavens And stewed by the heavens We'll all eat from the same plate We'll eat from the same plate And when we wash We'll wash for the Sun on sun