Words are just the seashell, plain and humble.
Summer is a gleaming pearl in hue.
Golden sand to kisses slowly crumbles.
Every single silence fills with you.
Like a crab, the song will scuttle, fleeing,
Bringing salty coolness with the tide.
Every goodness finds its way to being,
You get richer every day inside.
There are days the flag of caution waving,
Nights when boats of solitude are bound.
There are tiny moments handled bravely,
Storms of savage beauty all around.
Even when it weighs between us, fateful,
Heavily the bag of salt for two,
Take whatever's given and be grateful,
Smiling at the world of me and you.
Lyrics: Elena Deneva
English translation: Diana Stefanova