AGOSTO DE 2007
Crossing the stormy sea, white liles in the street. I will sell them, God, until he comes ashore.Far away my love sails, starts he enthralls with his breath, he´ll sing for them, God, until he come ashore.
Those clouds above the dark strands saw the rain falling on us, now I´ll call them, God, until he come ashore.
Crossing the stormy sea, so lonely as I feel, I´ll wait for you, Oh my God, until he come ashore.
