I should comeback to smell the saltiness, tickling the face
Arising a spirit of the freedom in my old, beaten body
Make me feel the young man on brink of something , can't explain
Stepping on the rope over the sea of water

It calling me with whispering in ears by the seducing waves
Licking the sides of anchored fishing boats , screams of fishermen
Peddling the freshly caught treasures, sea offered for them
Shining on sun , the gills, the scales , some still moving

Why am i putting fight, trying to argue what is apparent
The love for sea was always blooming , warming the heart
Pulling the strings with every sound, every news from it
I left the sea but the sea did not leave me a bit, singing inside
The enchanting song akin to mermaids , inaudibly murmuring
I been a captive for so many years, unconsciously not noticing

by Margaret Gudkov