It feel so nice, it feels so nice
To lie on the dry shore*
In the lonely place near the sea
to look at you, above the open sea
Oh, my seagull
To look at you, to fly with you
Above everything without fear
To defy each tempest
And storm that crashes everything
Oh, my seagull
In its rage it crashes everything
so that the sea is boiling and foaming
To be master amidst everything
To cry lively in the height
In the height when the sun
is shining without stopping
Without rage on that sky
on that sea
Oh my seagull
There's no rage until your wings
are able to carry you wherever you want
Through the storms or the sunny weather
You're mocking and rejoicing
In the lonely place near the sea
While the sun is smiling to Earth
I hear you crying
It feels nice, it feels nice
Oh my seagull