Transmigration Lyrics
| Song | Transmigration |
| Artist | Pellek |
| Album | Ocean of Opportunity |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Filled my wicker basket to the brim with salt-spicy foods –I feel like a king | |
| Because now, in a few thousand miles, | |
| I've seen and done it all! | |
| All thanks to my daughter who understood that treatment would do me no good | |
| Now in less than a year I've been everywhere, | |
| Mostly at sea and some in the air flying high! | |
| From my cold Norway along the coast | |
| Through Russian waters in my old boat | |
| And we challenged the Sea of Okhotsk | |
| Volcanoes and Japanese docks | |
| Temples and a kind monk who shared his tea | |
| With a freezing Norwegian from the sea | |
| We crossed the Pacific in a brigantine, | |
| Heard the island tern's soft scream | |
| The lighthouse at God's Pocket, sea stars and seals – | |
| Orca whales in the gleam | |
| Shining down through junipers and silver firs, | |
| I pulled our provisions right out of the earth | |
| Through a modernized, scary dark place | |
| I ran and I ran through fire and flames | |
| And I rebuilt a worn out balloon, | |
| Sailed in the air with the sun and the moon | |
| Now I'm flying away, up, up and away | |
| We crossed the Pacific in a brigantine, | |
| Heard the island tern's soft scream | |
| The lighthouse at God's Pocket, sea stars and seals – | |
| Orca whales in the gleam |
| Filled my wicker basket to the brim with saltspicy foods I feel like a king | |
| Because now, in a few thousand miles, | |
| I' ve seen and done it all! | |
| All thanks to my daughter who understood that treatment would do me no good | |
| Now in less than a year I' ve been everywhere, | |
| Mostly at sea and some in the air flying high! | |
| From my cold Norway along the coast | |
| Through Russian waters in my old boat | |
| And we challenged the Sea of Okhotsk | |
| Volcanoes and Japanese docks | |
| Temples and a kind monk who shared his tea | |
| With a freezing Norwegian from the sea | |
| We crossed the Pacific in a brigantine, | |
| Heard the island tern' s soft scream | |
| The lighthouse at God' s Pocket, sea stars and seals | |
| Orca whales in the gleam | |
| Shining down through junipers and silver firs, | |
| I pulled our provisions right out of the earth | |
| Through a modernized, scary dark place | |
| I ran and I ran through fire and flames | |
| And I rebuilt a worn out balloon, | |
| Sailed in the air with the sun and the moon | |
| Now I' m flying away, up, up and away | |
| We crossed the Pacific in a brigantine, | |
| Heard the island tern' s soft scream | |
| The lighthouse at God' s Pocket, sea stars and seals | |
| Orca whales in the gleam |
| Filled my wicker basket to the brim with saltspicy foods I feel like a king | |
| Because now, in a few thousand miles, | |
| I' ve seen and done it all! | |
| All thanks to my daughter who understood that treatment would do me no good | |
| Now in less than a year I' ve been everywhere, | |
| Mostly at sea and some in the air flying high! | |
| From my cold Norway along the coast | |
| Through Russian waters in my old boat | |
| And we challenged the Sea of Okhotsk | |
| Volcanoes and Japanese docks | |
| Temples and a kind monk who shared his tea | |
| With a freezing Norwegian from the sea | |
| We crossed the Pacific in a brigantine, | |
| Heard the island tern' s soft scream | |
| The lighthouse at God' s Pocket, sea stars and seals | |
| Orca whales in the gleam | |
| Shining down through junipers and silver firs, | |
| I pulled our provisions right out of the earth | |
| Through a modernized, scary dark place | |
| I ran and I ran through fire and flames | |
| And I rebuilt a worn out balloon, | |
| Sailed in the air with the sun and the moon | |
| Now I' m flying away, up, up and away | |
| We crossed the Pacific in a brigantine, | |
| Heard the island tern' s soft scream | |
| The lighthouse at God' s Pocket, sea stars and seals | |
| Orca whales in the gleam |
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