“Beads”

Beads are spread all over the beach

 Shells, pearls and colourful stones

 The sea is whispering, is laughing and is rumbling

 When from deep down she rummages them

 And adorns the beach with their beauty

But the sea is sad and it is teardropping

It send its shrunken sorrow

Into the stones, the shells, and the pearls

Let the sea and its sorrow lounge

In a long string of beads

Around my darling’s neck

But my darling does not wish for beads

Brought out of sorrow

 And so the furious sea

Kissing the naked body, is whirling

And takes its beads back to its nothingness.