water raises and wandered, called the sea
flower, in silent melody
I suffer, from the river... on its shore. 
I suffer, when the river... loves the ocean.
loves the ocean... loves the sea. 
loves the ocean... a poetry.
Thousand ways to find.
Thousands left behind.

Haaa Aaaah....
Haaa Aaaah....

I suffer, when the river...loves the ocean.
And as the ocean... loves the sea.
And as the ocean... a poetry.
Thousand ways to find.
Thousands left behind.

All just in the...

Haaa Aaaah....
Haaa Aaaah....

Haaa Aaaah....
Haaa Aaaah....

Uuuuu...uuuuuuuh....

Thousand ways to find.....
Thousand ways to find.....

Thousands left behind.....
All just in my.... mind.