I have come to the sea
A pretty foggy day
Characteristic to this town
Is it autumn or is it spring

It’s not really cold
But I’m still sorry
I didn’t take my gloves
Why did I come here
Was it to remember
Or to forget
Did I come here to let go
Or something to collect
Do I want to find
Or rather to be lost
All these promises unkept…

Two men jogging passing by
They want to have nice asses
To make an impression on girls
The colour of the colours
For this town is – grey
Sea-gulls swim and fly
Tell me, tell me, why…

I’m trying to write this down,
My fingers are stiff
Why didn’t I take my gloves
You said you found skis here
A pair of skis on the sand
In July!!!
Maybe I came looking for these
Or to read those words
That you wrote on the sand
They’ve all been erased by now
By the wind and the sea
Not a single mark left
Except for this inside of me
I don’t feel my body
Except for the freezing hands
Is it perfect calmness
Or am I leaving me
Separated from happiness
By a missing pair of gloves
And you…
I want away from here
I want inside of me…