Disappointing,
As unexpected
As a bolt from the blue.
Long waits,
An overhanging trepidation,
But it is true that
Great expectations deceive
And grab all lose all.
The setback come up
Was irreparable,
But it is true that
A strong feeling stuns
And instinct gives in to reason.
Neither Paris nor Vienna
Nor the happy walks
In that Southern Bay
Are going to wait for us anymore…
… You will find someone else to ask:
Take me to the sea…
Take me to the sea…
Take me to the sea…
The setback came up
Disappointing,
But it is true that
In some foxes’ opinion the grapes are sour…
Neither Paris nor Vienna
Nor the happy walks
In that Southern Bay
Are going to wait for us anymore…
… And on the way back
You already whispered diligently:
Take me to the sea…
Take me to the sea…
Take me to the sea…
Take me to the sea…
Take me to the sea…
To the sea…
To the sea…