I'm waiting for a memory
To be real again, for hours
To turn back the page of history
With a scent of dying flowers.

Here I stand, waiting in vain
For thoughts to be reality
But slowly hope turns into pain
And darkens my eternity.

The tide awaking wild and strong
Rises on the beach of tears -
Where's my home?

Here I stand on sand and stone
The tide reserved for me alone
Here I stand now, singing yet
About this secret dream of mine
About the sweetness so divine
Of wistfulness without regret
It makes me float in peace as far
As the horizons shiny belt.

The tide awaking wild and strong
Rises on the beach of tears -
Take me home!

I will be on my own
Singing all along
The see will be my home -
The tide will be my song.