try to translate in english:
between the fisher boats a young voice in the air
the waves wash the memories back to the shore
the wind pushes them out into the sea again
bring the laughter back to me
carry into the wooden booth
the past and the presence are mixed up in this time
the treasures, stories, days and years are lying in front
disappear into the pieces made of wood
stored by the heat
searching tracks in the white sand
faceless the youth of the child
a misty look drugged in the morning
lost childhood, future far away on the sea