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 tonoght 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
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