Yesterday I wove a crown from branches, threw it into the sea, didn't put it on my head
in the book it was said that an old friend had died on the way
these days are short, they are getting shorter
yet or that is why I feel that something is growing.
Now the stories are washed into the sea with the current
it brings autumn leaves and spring's great flood.
Is this what you wanted to teach me
is this what I wanted to see
as we walked in the dark, afraid and cold, all the way to the shore.< br/>There's no moon in the sky
there are still stars
it's still summer but it's almost autumn.
Tell me:
Hey, if you forget everything
then I'll come back, take my part,
I created the flow of August. (2x)
In the morning I found the traces of love making in the sand
a campfire and empty bottles, something dark like blood
how much longer do I have to come here to get something
was it you, right? I don't think I remember, I don't care.
Now the stories wash away...
When you look with both eyes, there is only dancing, nothing else
but to get there you have to travel endless kilometers
by the sea the foam swims, the birds skim the water
it's still night but soon it's morning.
Repeat (2x)