I spent the flight of my days 
Spying the sea 
I love every waving thing 
When I smiled my teeth were mysterious 
There are waves in my soul 
The edge of my clothes was salty and fresh 
I love every waving thing 
I love every waving thing 

Speak to me of my death 
So that I feel a reason to remember 
I love every waving thing 
Today I’m afraid of having been
I love every waving thing 
I’m afraid of having been
Spying the sea 
Spying the sea