The sea looks always calm from afar,
but only she knows all the secrets of her depth.
Rocks and cliffs are almost reaching the sky
like they want to greet each other as old friends.
A cold and salty air is blowing in my face.
What is the wind trying to whisper in my ear?
I wonder if I’ll ever see a calm before the storm…
I wonder if my joy comes after fear...
And the sun will give me light
for a thousand times I’ve cried.
When I’m old I know what I used to live for.
Another day will turn to night,
that I know as time goes by.
While I’m here I enjoy the seashore.
The coast is full of stones and shells,
moved by lively waves.
They come and go like possibilities.
I walk along a pier.
Around me endless blue,
like I am surrounded by infinity.
The sea looks always calm from afar
but only she knows all the secrets of her depth.
I’m glad I cannot know all of her mysteries.
All I can do is taking one deep breath….
And the sun will give me light
for a thousand times I’ve cried.
When I’m old I know what I used to live for.
Another day will turn to night,
that I know as time goes by.
While I’m here I enjoy the seashore.
And the sun will give me light
for a thousand times I’ve cried.
When I’m old I know what I used to live for.
Another day will turn to night,
that I know as time goes by.
While I’m here I enjoy the seashore