Now don't curdle my head and heart, but oh the distance I weep for the distance
Each cradled memory - beaten with palm frans with invisible hands holding me
Meddling with time Oceana. Oh it's been time! My ocean current bringing me down, but I promise, so deeply to the marrow - there is no other one, to this day
Oh dear, my sails must go up you see. My hands are wrinkling with time, sparingly - so I only hold your fainted lights in my locket to the unfolding oblivion
The wind on my neck, Countless stars guiding me north - a new destiny. But in every written desire, I will always look south, back to you - my only Oceana