I'll go like a snake
From your hands,
I'll not bite you,
I'll not touch you,
I'll not scream,
I'll go like cold boiled water,
Just signs will stay
Under the cover
Of your Home
Without dreams,
I'll eat the way
Of piligrim,
I'll drink the ocean,
I'll not remember the colour
Of my mistaken skin,
I'll not see,
I'll not hear,
I'll swim with the waves,
Don't save the chain of skin,
It is not from my story
It is yours
North sea queen.