Orlando in love
Writes sixty-nine cantos
For melancholy brunettes and sad women

The breeze carries salt
And sipping milky broth
He cast his gaze towards the sea out the Winneabago

As if the sea had bore her to be an ideal woman
She came to him from the water like Venus from a shell
Singing his name with all the sweetness of a mother
Leaving him breathless and then drowned

Orlando, Orlando
Orlando, Orlando