Ok eftersom dom har varit så löjlig lätta hittlils så kommer här en riktig utmaning!!!
Through thunder and storm, from distant seas
I draw near, my lass!
Through towering weaves, from the south I am here, my lass!
My girl, were there no south wind
I could never come to you: ah, dear south wind, blow once more!
My lass longs for me. Hoyohe! Halloho! Yoloho! Hoho!
On southern shores, in distant lands
I have thought of you;
through storm and sea, from Moorish strands
a gift I have brought for you.
My girl, praise the fair south wind,
for I bring you a golden ring; ah, dear south wind, then blow!
My lass would fain have her gift. Hoyohe! Halloho!