They swing along the dancing water
Enveloped in its frothy gown
The endless whispers float and splatter
Reverse and forward, up and down
...
On dark hills shadowed by sorrows
is sparkling the snow of the day dreams
and birds with their soft wings closed tightly
are running towards it in long rows
...
You stir me up and I can’t hide
against the tempest rising
slowly - with each exhaling of the tide,
As the encircling air
...