To Free Myself to the Seas

Today I have drunk you sip by sip

A glass made from memories

Just like a song never but never getting old

I sang you but you only

Turning around like a gramophone record disk, drunk

Having that willingness to free myself to the seas

And to make your shadow on the sands

I smell hope in the air

Now my soul is runaway

Just want to sun-dry my heart

Today I have wandered around you step by step

A hill made from memories

Just like a picture inside me never getting old

I miss you so much sweetie

Having that willingness to free myself to the seas

And to make your shadow on the sands

I smell hope in the air

Now my soul is runaway