The Frigate of Harlingen

The sails were filled with the wind

In the port of Harlingen;

Filled like tears filled a boy's eyes,

A son of the captain.

This time he still didn't know

It was their last moment.

And was waving goodbye to a frigate

Leaving to the campaign.

• Mom, this night I had a dream

That daddy had returned.

It was like true, was so real,

And I felt his palm.

• Please, forgive me, my dear son;

The depth was so beckoning.

Your mother raised you alone,

Without help for years.

I tightly hold his hand,

• Stay with us, don't leave.

• I'd love to, but I can't.

Please don't be mad at me.

This moment his pale hand

Turned into a smoke.

Then his body and his face

Vanished in the fog.

• Darling, don't be scared,

I will be with you, I mean that.

My soul will be bond with you forever, I promise

Even despite that my time

Was so short for my life.

And the sails of mine was torn down from the mast.

(Continue in the comment, night cafe doesn't let me to finish that here)