[Adapted from Chopin]

[Op. 24 Prelude in C minor]



Cold wind, sad moonrise

Dark clouds in the sky

Storm ends the mouring time

Howling in the night



Vision of the land

After the horid end

We build again from the start

Holy lenient heart



A treasure of the land

Torments have brought the end

We build again from the start

Holy lenient heart



Visions come from the sea

Oceans bring to me

I reach the sand with a kiss

Treasures bristling from a bliss