Fog is passing through these dunes  Little seagull trembles on the breakwater  Behind us trees are barren  I admire Mother Nature in her beauty  Only the sea is living  But very shallow - it's the dead season    Come into my arms tonoght  I will keep you warm  My little princess  My baby I'll hold you tight    Is nothing there to let us know  In which time we are?  Nothing that's turning around us  A gentle breeze blows a melody  On the withered grass which paralyzes  A sight only for the pair on the beach  Nevertheless - it's the dead season    My promise - you will never lose me  I will never leave you  And slowly your inner sun goes down  I can't shed your light upon