I throw myself into the ravage sea
Maybe I'm missing myself
but the waves are high
I have no time to think
I'm a master of waves
I laugh with the birds
Forgetting myself
left ashore

The night is dark.
I am slowly laying my head to rest
Please do not disturb
The old moss growing on the rocks
The songs echoes through my mind
Let them subside there forever
My obligations are fulfilled
The moss already grows in my hair

The giants moves quickly by my side.
Dwellings rotted in me.
Others may see but mostly are blind.
I can never reach the hight of the giants.
They may no longer be by my side.
Maybe I'm one of them but blind,
Maybe I'm not.