The rush of the sea.
An handfull of memories,
it seems so familiar to me,
when I hear those melodies,
of different time and place.

The harvest has just begun,
the seeds of joy have awaken.
In the sunshine of your life,
the seasons won't be mistaken.

Sweet bottle of sorrow,
put all your tears in it.
Throw away,away,away...

Script change,bottle return.
Winter is soon to come.
Tears are streaming off your mind.
North-wind's face has shown.

Your heart is frozen,
now your soul is broken.
But it won't be for long,
No,no,no,no !
You must return, relight the bottle.
Seasons change again,you'll see!

Sweet bottle of sorrow,
put all your tears in it.
Throw it away,away,away.