I’m searching for the great white whale, strong and bold. And I will grab him by his tail, and drag him home. Locked in a tower, he will sleep forever. Locked in a tower, I’ll never be alone again. I’m searching for that open field, vast and scorn. Down by the alder, we were wishing our hearts together. Down by the alder, where you told me you’d never love another. The animals are gathering to hunt me down. To take revenge for kidnapping your gentle sound. Down to the river, in the current you start to shiver. Return to the river, with the howling of all the animals that needed you. An uprising, impossible to fail. The [bad word] from land, and sea, and air. The forest alive, with leaves, and bone, and hair, give the animals their whale. In hunting and living, if you remember one thing, remember I needed you