When the sea gives up its dead,
And when my star is turned to west,
I’ll realize: my will is bad,
Although I thought it was the best.
And when I loose someone I love,
I will not cry. The silence speaks
Much more. And only salty scurf
Remains on pale ascetic cheeks.
Chorus:
All I here is wind
Rushing to the shore.
I’m alone, I grin
Longing for no more.
Memories will come
Making spirit see:
Lovers have become
Flowers of the sea...
Just in the article of death
I sent a man right to his doom.
And now my star is turned to west,
And all my flowers are in bloom.
But after this the final comes,
My love was living, now It’s drown:
And all the memory becomes
Blessed flowers buried underground.
Chorus:
Flowers of the sea
© Copyright: Омега, 2005
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