Sail Long and winding road In the mist of the blue sea. - What he seeks in the distant country? What threw it seek? Play a wave, the wind whistling, And the mast bends skrypit; Alas! - He is not looking for happiness And not from happiness runs! - Beneath the jet lighter blue, Above it a golden ray of sunshine - And he, the rebel, asks storms As if the storm will calm!
Long and winding road
In the mist of the blue sea. -
What he seeks in the distant country?
What threw it seek?
Play a wave, the wind whistling,
And the mast bends skrypit;
Alas! - He is not looking for happiness
And not from happiness runs! -
Beneath the jet lighter blue,
Above it a golden ray of sunshine -
And he, the rebel, asks storms
As if the storm will calm!