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