Fog is passing through these dunes Little seagull trembles on the breakwater Behind us trees are barren I admire Mother Nature in her beauty Only the sea is living But very shallow - it's the dead season
Come into my arms tonight I will keep you warm My little princess My baby I'll hold you tight
Is nothing there to let us know In which time we are? Nothing that's turning around us A gentle breeze blows a melody On the withered grass which paralyzes A sight only for the pair on the beach Nevertheless - it's the dead season
My promise - you will never lose me I will never leave you And slowly your inner sun goes down I can't shed your light upon