Det blir nok vår igjen, men den vår som gikk kommer aldri tilbake...---It will be spring again, but then spring how left will never come back...--- Es wird wahrscheinlich wieder unseren geben, aber unser Frühling, der niemals zurückkommt ...--- Il y aura probablement les nôtres à nouveau, mais celui qui y est allé ne revient jamais ... --- Probablemente volverá a ser nuestro, pero el que fue nunca regresa ...

   I see boats moving on the sea,
   Their sails, like wings of what I see,
Bring me a vague inner desire to be
Who I was without knowing what it was.
So all recalls my home self and, 
   because
It recalls that, what I am aches in me...