Fog is passing through these dunes 
  Little seagull trembles on the breakwater 
  Behind us trees are barren 
  I admire Mother Nature in her beauty 
  Only the sea is living 
  But very shallow - it's the dead season 
  
 [bad word] into my arms tonight 
  I will keep you warm 
  My little princess 
  My baby I'll hold you tight 
  
  Is nothing there to let us know 
  In which time we are? 
  Nothing that's turning around us 
  gentle breeze blows a melody 
  On the withered grass which paralyzes 
  sight only for the pair on the beach 
  Nevertheless - it's the dead season 
  
  My promise - you will never lose me 
  I will never leave you 
  And slowly your inner sun goes down 
  I can't shed your light upon