I look toward the ocean

see reflections on the water 

a glossy illumination 

of the city lights 



far out in the waves 

is the shape of a whale 

hear it singing its old song 

like it has always done 



it was just a dream 

which comes and goes 

as do the old seasons 

while the wind still blows 



it will take a hundred years 

waiting for the summer 

and no one just yet knows 

if we'll hear the whales again 



nuclear winter covers the world 

for almost 20 years 

all what we own are dreams 

and hope for the next generation 



CHORUS: 

open the door, step outside 

walk on the frozen ground 

look in the sky - a grey cloud 

winter is still around