A quiet port of shelter
Of a greater future
It is still not lost
In the current fear
It makes not much sense
To not hope for the best
From the mist arrives
The previous promise
When I saw far away the sea
There I stood,
Still, looking
Yes, I sing of the hope
I sing your awakening
And embracing the yearning
I sing the time that goes by
When I saw far away the sea
There I stood,
Still, looking
When I saw far away the sea
Without knowing, there I stood.