Marthinsen, Sweden.
On those stormy nights,
The lighthouse shook under the dark clouds,
The sea climbed up the rock with red eyes,
You sit quietly, thinking about Liz-
Which girl turned her back on you,
A strong desire to break free makes you
A silly group of people exiled to this stormy island.
You look at this long stormy night,
Muttering in the mouth, crossing the wind and rain
The lighthouse shines brightly hundreds of miles away.
(rainforest translation)
The Swedish poet Marthinsen (1904- 1978) won the Nobel Prize in Literature with another Swedish poet Edmund Zhan Sen in 1974.