I drew a line one thousand acres wide Set up a sign saying: "don't you cross that line" So I divided Europe in halves of myself and your past It stayed like this till now I kept the hills and the countryside And you possessed the shores And the harbours, the sea breeze and the surf We're meant to stay apart It's not in your view, not in your hands and not at your service It's not from this world, not in your car and not at the birdhouse