Paroles de To The Moon

The everlasting swelling, hear the sound of the high swelling The roar of the sea is as was heard by me as a child Without change, without pity, sweeping up the sand of the shore The everlasting swelling, listen to the sound of the swelling But I'll depart from you, I'll not move any more to meet you My age and my appearance give an account of the shortness of my days At the time I am wrapped in the could slumber of death Make up my bed by the sound of the sea.