Golden threads of summer dawn
came up to her palace
to wake up my loved one.
May the light kiss her face,
As beautiful as empress's
whereas I cannot.
Her body's golden fishnet
imprisoned my soul
to give it back to sea
Each night before the dawn
I'm coming up to her palace,
white palace of my penance.
All my life I've wanted only her
to find a path to her heart
All my life my body is without her
As flowers without water.