The sun melts upon the horizon.
My eyes are bleeding clear.
The wind is calling, taking me away, ayi, ayi.
Far to a new land, a new rising sun.
North is in my path, so many wonderful sights.
The wind is calling, taking me away, ayi, ayi.
Green auroas, green air.
My desire lays in Iceland.
The wind is calling, taking me away, ayi, ayi.