I love the beautiful goddess

who lives on the other side of the sea

I often wave to her

in her arms life is good

she told me herself



No I'm on the other side of the sea

but without my goddess next to me

I often waved to her

in her arms life was good

she told me herself



A quiet wind brings her whispering words

come and be happy with me



'Cause she wasn't a real goddess

when I took her in my arms

she lost her immortality

in her arms life was good

she told me herself



A quiet wind brings her whispering words

come and be happy with me