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