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