Waves come rolling, gulls are unaware of me.
This beach has everything to remember
and looking for you, I find you right there.
The colour of your eyes, that is the sea.
I feel no cold although it is November.
And besides: I am your child. I don’t go anywhere.
You lifted me in your strong arms one day,
that is the best part that will linger on,
the image of you as my father, then.
I hear the sea that tells me not to stay,
using your voice, although you are long gone
from when alive and still a healthy man.
I should move on and know the waves don’t care
that I feel better when they treat me nice
instead of ordering me that I must go.
But I’m your child, I won’t go anywhere
because the sea reminds me of your eyes
and I do miss your arms around me so.