No man is an island you know
That’s what one poet said.
We are eagerly looking for
Someone we hope we won’t regret.
My dear, my sweetheart, my all-liked,
We share a wonderful ride
But even the moon, o, my dear,
The moon has its darkest side.
So, tell me now, my darling,
Are you ready to look into void?
Because our lucky Titanic
Again passed the last harbour point.
My dear, my sweetheart, my all-liked,
There will be no maps, no guides,
Just us on the lost road journey
Into dark of our shadow sides.