Lies, inconspicuous and plain in robes,
A country exposed to the sea waves
That foamingly break on its shores.
I will always keep my love faithful
to the small island country surrounded by the sound of the sea:
It is the country where many years ago
my dear mother's cradle stood;
to the small island country surrounded by the sound of the sea:
It is the country where many years ago
my dear mother's cradle stood;
Hallig Hooge,
poem by Stine Andresen
