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Time

Oh, darling, call me to the south…

The moon and stars are glowing bright,

Hugging in the dusky night,

They promise only peace and quiet…

Take me with you to paradise.

The measured rustle of waves sounds,

There, the sun shines all year round,

And even the time seems to slow down…

I want to live this way for years

And every day thank God at dawn

For freedom, for the sea, for love,

To have no worries and no cares.

Dance

We were dancing in the moonlight

To the murmur of the sea.

We were dancing in the morning

To the rustle of palm trees.

We were in a dancing talk.

Step, then turn. The hearts are beating.

Question – answer – touch,

And the words are streaming…

We were dancing in the moonlight

To the murmur of the sea,

To the bird’s song in the morning —

Whole life dancing, it’s a dream!

In your eyes

We listen to a guitar sound,

with music we can dance for hours,

I look into your eyes…

They have so much of joy and happy,

love and fidelity, and passion:

the whole world is inside your eyes…

You smile to me with open arms,

I feel at home inside your hug.

I look into your eyes…

You know that days and years may pass.

The only thing remains unchanged:

the whole world is inside your eyes!

Fiery greetings

Salty warm drops of spray…

There is light in the grey.

That’s the orange sun drives.

The horizon makes bright.

From the sea a light breeze

Caresses palm trees.

The glass lies, heart-shaped stone,

Among shells on the shore.

From the colourful sky

The first ray of sunshine

Sends its fiery greetings

To the soft waves swishing.

In love with the sea

Who heard the whisper of the waves,

Who fell asleep with ocean noises,

Felt peace and freedom in his soul,

He’ll fall in love with the sea, I know.

The rumble of distant cities has ceased.

The water caresses gently like silk

Drawing whimsical patterns in the sand…

Just sea-green expanses, the salty scent…

Who heard the murmur of the sea,

How seagulls squawking, rustle of palm trees,

Felt the waves rolling down his feet,

I know, he will never forget the sea!

The clouds

What colour are the clouds?

And what if the outlines

Are right before the skyline,

Can you say, ’they are white’?

When sunrise or sunset,

The clouds are on fire.