Heavily the waves break against the shore
The brittle stone defies them
I stand allone in the rain
No ship for months I spot
Seagulls on the horizon, they're calling
Full of longing and pain, it seems to me
By gaze dreamily trails off far away
Like thunder and storm it sounds to my ears
Fled from the confusions of cities
The worries of life lose their meaning
At the harbour long forgotten
The hours trickle away like the sand
The pebbles at the old shore
Ground by wind and salty sea
Seem like giant pearls
Here in my hand they weigh heavy
Sink in foamy crests
A vortex so strong, it drags them down
They lie forever forgotten
At the bottom of the sea in their eternal grave
Fled from the confusions of cities
The worries of life lose their meaning
At the harbour long forgotten
The hours trickle away like the sand
Often I make my rounds
At the loney beach, where once ships sailed
The people have long since gone
Their traces nowhere to be seen
Melancholy I go home
I turn around, I miss the sand
At the hearth I while my hours
Then I imagine I'm still at the beach
Fled from the confusions of cities
The worries of life lose their meaning
At the harbour long forgotten
The hours trickle away like the sand