There’s no one left in this opened room
Just a single chair that smells of sea breeze
I’ll leave it open for you, so you won’t lose your way
But by knocking on the creaking door
Will I lose track of where this story even begins?
On a night of shooting stars, I met you
I’ll never forget that night
But the most important things never make it into words,
Everything that happened on that summer day
Out of the blue, they glitter: the Spirits of the Sea
On a sweltering summer evening, the tree tips send ships along their way
They whisper many a song as their flowers fall
I can hear the sound of your voice, laughing somewhere far off
I can feel the warm touch of your cheeks
If I proceed down this twisted path, those eyelids will open
Let’s shout aloud that we’re happy in this moment
For all the joys that overcome this distance
But the most important things never make it into words,
Melting into the bounding light
On a night of shooting stars, I met you
I’ll never forget that moment
But the most important things never make it into words,
Everything that happened on that summer day
Out of the blue, they glitter: the Spirits of the Sea
On a beach graced by the fresh summer breeze, let us meet again
There’s no one left in this opened room
Just a single chair that smells of sea breeze
I’ll leave it open for you, so you won’t lose your way
But by knocking on the creaking door
Will I lose track of where this story even begins?
On a night of shooting stars, I met you
I’ll never forget that night
But the most important things never make it into words,
Everything that happened on that summer day
Out of the blue, they glitter: the Spirits of the Sea
On a sweltering summer evening, the tree tips send ships along their way
They whisper many a song as their flowers fall
I can hear the sound of your voice, laughing somewhere far off
I can feel the warm touch of your cheeks
If I proceed down this twisted path, those eyelids will open
Let’s shout aloud that we’re happy in this moment
For all the joys that overcome this distance
But the most important things never make it into words,
Melting into the bounding light
On a night of shooting stars, I met you
I’ll never forget that moment
But the most important things never make it into words,
Everything that happened on that summer day
Out of the blue, they glitter: the Spirits of the Sea
On a beach graced by the fresh summer breeze, let us meet again