The large dark cloud disappears
The madness of the torment is dissolved
Flatly and slowly the tide now recedes
The seagulls take flight without delay
They fly silently over their rocks
Of so many already dormant waves and foam
While the sun shines anew
Now fearlessly kissing the sand
I went to see
I went to see
The storm
I came running
I went to see
I went to see
The storm
I came running
Wood debris in the current
Reveal what used to be a bow
Painted with tenderness and many colours
In the style of these our good people
The drama of those awaiting on the cliff remains
For those whom God has already destined to eternity
And it is a lesson that against God there can be no will
The calm fury of the great longing remains.