I always take the sea's voice, sweet smile ... ... and I'll come back to me rocking, and now I come to give myself ... every day I think for a moment I will think about it ...
summer this air relaxes the spirit, even more than the spring ... should have been a lush spring, and instead was more of a slow fall off, more of a gray cold winter ...
and then I opened the window ... slowly I let her enter the air and the sounds ... the music ... the music of existence that dance, dance tireless .. .
and never like now I'm hoping not to be wrong ...
and I always bring in the sweet voice of the sea ...
