It is our last evening here.
Most people are going home,
but we are on the way to
the beach at the Baltic Sea.
Once more walking on the soft sand,
my gaze is wandering over the smooth sea.
Once more feeling the waves flowing round my feet,
the wind is blowing into my face tenderly.
Once more dreaming in the sunlight,
my feet now buried in the warm sand.
Once more listening to the waves and the gulls,
I am breathing the fresh air pleasurably.
It is a silent farewell,
a farewell for an indefinite time,
time in which I will miss all this,
time in which I can only dream of the sea.