Oceans

Voices of sirens, they are calling him home

He is an old man and he’s breaking the waves

Feeling the breeze of Mother Nature inside

Now he is here to find the sense of it all

Just like a pilgrim, he is searching for god

Touching the surface with his wounded, cold hands

Remember him, breathing the storm

Blessing of time is coming

Old man

“Deep in the sea, I’ll find my peace

I feel the freedom and I’m on my own way

To reach the holy shore

I’ll throw my sins into the sea

And no one sees what I have seen

This is my aim

To feel the freedom and the harmony”

Watching the water in the light of the moon

He’s navigating through the storms

Reaching the shore, the foreign land

Touch of a new dimension

Old man

“Deep in the sea, I’ll find my peace

I feel the freedom and I’m on my own way

To reach the holy shore

I’ll throw my sins into the sea

And no one sees what I have seen

This is my aim

To feel the freedom and the harmony”