In the middle of the night
With no one in the sight
With nothing to abhor and beauty in galore,
Stand there we four, right on the shore.
Soothing sands and tingling waters
We stand there and nothing else matters.
Fierce waves and calm skies
Our hearts are full of nature and its praise.
In the raging tides
We see the secrets of nature’s feuds.
The sea is the owner
The land is the robber.
Oh land!! Here comes the sea
All set to conquer what belongs to thee.
