It is a wonderful evening, with the sun hiding behind the cloud,
It is a wonderful evening, as the waves shout loud,
The cold and quick waters rushing for my excited feet,
The grey waves, the huge treasure, awestruck I am by God’s remarkable feat.

The golden sand portraying man’s lust, keeps increasing as you dig deep,
The fresh air, not to be left behind seduces me into a pleasant sleep;
Now not with the crowd, though the beach remains my location,
I am with her, with her alone, say on a vacation.

Now the black skies, the black waves, the black sands, not even a single star,
Her everglowing radiance, guides us through, against darkness, alone she wages a war;
Just as the waves, try to swallow the sand,
She fills her with me, as she holds tightly my hand.

I carry her all along, fearing she might be hurt by the soft sand,
Peaceful and fresh minds, none to disturb us, this is our land.
Our own land, the land of natural treasure,
The days I am to spend with her, bound to bring more pleasure.