I recollect just pine spirit,
Woodpecker’s knocks, and light, and shade.
A rugged, austere, shaggy sailor,
I ride high seas for many years.
I seek the shore in misty darkness,
A gloomy land, to which I bring
My saved for someone tattooed soul
And then a turquoise earring.
In the azure sea surrounding,
In taverns by the coastlines
I bear in mind the clear sounding
Of a woodpecker in the pines.