It may be daytime...
It may be night-time...
It may be summertime...
As well as it may be wintertime.
The sand may be wet
And the sea a bit bitter,
The sand may gently scratch
And the sea may be dirty.
If you want sun, I'll give you sun
Or your skin may be a relative of the moon.
On the rocks I'll kiss you if you want to
Or in the water... it's the same.
To be able to choose from a hundred (girls)
You having my heart in your eyes,
Trying to hide myself from love
But never to be able to...
Not to be able to forget you.
During night-time, you having your skin wet,
Thirsty smoking a cigarette,
The siren being heard on the sea,
Your breast caressing my hand.
The story goes further on
Like the wind at Vama Veche...
I cannot go on anymore
Because I have found my soul-mate
The story goes further on
Like the wind at Vama Veche...
I cannot go on anymore
In my ear.
I went to Vama Veche
To find my soul-mate
I arrived in Vama Veche
And I've gone crazy.
I stay on the beach of Vama Veche
Having a kiss in my ear,
Only on the beach of Vama Veche
Shall we have found our soul-mate.
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