There is the seashore,where I walked with you.
The wave is kind and does not want to welter.
Days run and run under the sky so blue
As if it is all right, and nothing matters.
You're dead. Am I alive without thee?
The air is dense and smells with pain and ashes.
Oh, my beloved, how dare I to see,
When soul is blind and cries and weeps of gashes...
There is the seashore where we were together…
I make my way along unseeing tether
And lonely life is dancing in the wind
Through all the world forbidden and forgotten,
Through hell and heaven,through the saint and rotten,
Destroyed by absence of the o