It’s deep. And blue…and dangerous.
The waves are reaching on the shore
And kissing highly excited and violently
After they had closed the circle of love.
The surf is moaning and babbling
And bearing a gentle foam.
Like our love I on the curve
Together with so many questions.
The caressing waves are deep
And tempt with an embrace of hips.
Outside it’s raining, raining, raining …
The sea is raving in my bosom.