Enter the slowly rolling of the waves
And the quietness of the depth
There has not anything to show more of her tranquility
Dull would she be of soul who could pass by
nothing to touch it's majesty:
Silent, bare,
loves, tears, worries and struggles so meaningless to it's mighty heart.
Ne'er saw I, never felt a calm so deep!
The hearbeat of mine echoed with her.
So soft and harmonic,
The waves glideth at their own sweet will
and my very heart seems a sleep
