I'm sad to leave those sacred places,

where my heart is full of aces.

Where my soul feels brave and strong,

and the sea keeps singing, "Here you belong."

Where I'm standing on the waves,

the wind is whispering: "Don't make mistakes."

I dive down deep for a shining shell,

feeling again like I'm twelve.

Again I'm standing on the waves,

I'm waving hello to white birds.

Seeing a turtle on the sandy beach,

my bond to nature now is rich.

I'm sad to leave these magic places.

From my hammock I watch star races.

I don't know what draws me near,

but my anchor wants to be dropped here.

Rok Leš