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Ride on the wind a while It's impossible to reach that far When the scenery starts to colour [autumn arrives] Tried to stand up, but tripped over and fell Looking at the rolling waves Waving water mirror shadow [reflection shimmering in the water] Your eyes gazing at the seashore are absent, the wind cries here there is mist in the morning, layers of the sea sounds The ship sounds are forgotten and no anchor ever lifts If you say you saw a blue star in the red morning It is never clear whether it is the truth or not Ask the wave that will not return From Letras Mania