Waves, cold waves Are splashing on rocks, Vertical rocks, which spread to heaven Seagulls are flying around Over the cold
sea Which calls me there Where I wasn’t before, to heaven.
I run away in my heart Heaven is my
wreath I run there Where is the way to heaven? I rise up my eyes God, my God, listen to me I want to fly
above the sea I want to go to heaven.
Moon, the moon that rose up Suspended above the sea Cold
sea That is playing with the wind Waves are reflecting Light from heaven Glowing light that falls from
heaven Where the moon is flying, to heaven.