An island is usually a paradise,
But here we must say goodby.
A week will pass us by,
Fall, will the dice.

I have no control.
I hate small islands,
I’d rather be in the highlands.
But the fantasy, we can here uphold.

You know it all,
Except for the tears I try not to shed.
Our desire is unmatched,
Deep will be my fall.

But will you catch my again,
The way you did in that castle,
Or will you bury me beneath gravel,
Will you cause me pain?