[English:]
Waves, cold waves are splashing on rocks,
vertical rocks, which spread to heaven.
Seagulls are flying around over the cold sea
which calls me there where I wasn't before,
to heaven.
I run away in my heart, Heaven is my wreath
I run there, where is the way to heaven?
I rise up my eyes.
God, my God, listen to me:
I want to fly above the sea,
I want to go to heaven.
Moon, the moon that rose up
suspended above the sea, cold sea
that is playing with the wind.
Waves are reflecting light from heaven,
glowing light that falls from heaven
where the moon is flying, to heaven.
God, listen to me: I call you,
I want to fly above the waves.
Take me, my God to heaven,
to heaven, to heaven...
to heaven...