It's six o'clock and here I am on this beach,
good place to think, low tide.
Everyone sleeps, except me everything is calm,
and I write you a song at dawn
without a guitar and without anyone to listen to it in the sand.
And I say, the silence still remains, the memory remains,
the memory still remains,
broken by the wind
the silence remains.
It's six o'clock or maybe my watch has stopped,
and the waves took away my words
and the footprints that I have left with the palm of my hand
and now only What remains is what sounds in my head
and the foam that moves away,
that remains.
And I say the silence still remains,
the memory remains,
the memory still remains broken by the wind
the silence remains.
And I say there is still silence,
the memory remains,
the memory still remains,
the moment remains, a sorry remains,
silence still remains .
Like a black tear
on the broken sand I fell,
the silence remains, the memory remains,
there is still a moment left.