The Shore

       When I haven't a hope in that strange crazy land,
       When the desert creeps into my soul with confusion,
       Someone shows me my old and forgotten illusion,
       Someone draws silhouettes on a wet sticky sand.

       Should I need to forget and cross out - but no trust,
       Should I need to blind it - that's the final decision.
       But the bridge with a girl floats to me like a vision
       And the shore comes to me like a friend from my past.

       Chorus:
       Oh, my shore! Oh, my shore!
       Every now and again I swim more, I swim more.
       Could I save anything in my life,
       Could I meet whom I need being alive -
       Only God knows about it and you, my sweet shore.

       I can see that steep shore in an emerald floor,
       I can hear azure waves which are splashing so keenly.
       And I certainly know I'm the same, I am greenie,
       I am greenie again like this shore, like this shore...

       Chorus.