All whales view misty shores,
Suns abide like rainy breezes.
Tunas endures! Tunas endures!
Desolation, adventure, and faith.
Lively, small sails roughly love a small, misty shore.
Tunas endures! Tunas endures!
Cold, dead seashells calmly desire the whooshing of the waves.
All winds contest lifeless, clear moons.
Why does the captain sail this evening?
Tunas endure. Tunas endures.