I see a ship in the harbor,
Anchored in a shallow bay.
But if it wasn’t for your misfortune,
I’d be a “heavenly person” today.
I thought I was mistaken,
And I thought I heard you speak.
Tell me: how do I feel?
Tell me now, how should I feel?
Now I stand here waiting.
I thought I told you to leave me,
While I walked down to the beach.
Tell me: how does it feel,
When your heart grows cold?