爱琴海

Blue and white houses, sea breeze gently pushes open the window

The waves of the Aegean can't carry away your smiling face

Thoughts can't catch up with that fading glimmer of light

The church in Oia, the bell tolls quietly

Familiar past lingers beyond the distant steps

The pale yellow dress, the way it looks on you

The waves washing ashore, the sand in the bottle keeps the original faith (keeps the original faith)

The seashell looks back, has the ocean already forgotten it

Memories are treasured sand, like the sea breeze blowing over a healing wound

The transparent bottle glimmers with light, but cannot hold the place your heart yearns for

Your shadow is stretched by the sunset, longing is in a distant place

Oh oh oh oh, softly singing the recklessness of youth

The fragrance of your hair, in the corridor of the past, quietly drifts

The seashell looks back at the distant horizon, has the ocean already forgotten it

The waves washing ashore, the sand left in the bottle, foolishly keeping that original faith