I love the beautiful goddess who lives on the other side of the sea I often wave to her in her arms life is good she told me herself No I'm on the other side of the sea but without my goddess next to me I often waved to her in her arms life was good she told me herself A quiet wind brings her whispering words come and be happy with me 'Cause she wasn't a real goddess when I took her in my arms she lost her immortality in her arms life was good she told me herself A quiet wind brings her whispering words come and be happy with me
