Lost at endless sea Slowly I steer my boat towards the shore The sun has already set But the distant light of the lighthouse keeps us warm I feel its weight, hide head in my hands The burden I carry with me always In the morning, you may find only wreckage! The tempest is growing stronger And my lungs are filling with muddy water The broken rudder of life Let go of everything and clasp your hands to the sky Reaching for happiness I wonder what it would be like to become the surf Reaching for happiness that will never be mine! The sound of the keel shattering is carried by the wind Roaring waves crashing into the remains of the hull After a short while, a new day will dawn In which I no longer have to be Reaching for happiness I wonder what it would be like to become the surf Reaching for happiness that will never be mine!
