The males forcefully carry our kite back to the shore.
The keel touches the sand of our homeland.
Wanderlust drove us out,
out to the wide sea.
From Vinland to the Reich the Rus,
the North Star showed us the way.
The sail filled with the wind,
no destination was too far for us.
Whether the sun shines or rain falls,< br/>no storm is too wild for us and no fog is too dense.
Nothing stops the kite,
on the way home.
Pull in the oars,
We're finally home.
We've been away for far too long
from the beloved place
that calls itself home.

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