Arise sea
Black rocking waves above me
In the winter morning

And in my head I see a land
Steppes of green my love.

Oh winter sea

Your funnel blows
The sails flick gracefully
Below the whales turning
Invisible
Oh John wait for me

Though the snow is falling onto the sea
A sun rises red over me.

I smell the land but I cannot see
Any trace of earth or tree
I smell the winter rain on the dark streets

Crossing your legs hand on your chin
Watching me my love.

Can you hear me in Moscow
As the snow turns to rain
Over land locked fields
From Paris to Marseille
Can you hear me in Rostock
Can you hear me in Maine?

Oh winter sea.