Dream catching on a Sunday morning

Now it is summer time in Europe.
They forgot to turn on the heat.
I recorded in my old tape
I am waiting for warm air.

Walking: along the sandy shore.
Feeling the cold northern breeze.
Rolling in, pulsating like our blood.

Above me hundreds of seagulls,
Resting upon the strong wind.
As I chill down, I remember all.
Love is coloring my cheeks.

Even adult men can blush.
Love are stronger than life.
Dear, walk with me soon.
4 AM, forgot to turn of the alarm.