Seven Beaufort Blues (Text)

Seven days on the beach, missiled by the sun,

my bones´getting wrecked, I´m unable to run.

What else can I do to brake Poseidons spell?

No breeze in the air, it´s a surfers hell.

It´s maybe like Odysseus ancient tortur.   

It´s like L.(you) B´s  tragic, I am really sure.

It´s like fantasy,when she´s caught in a norm.

The light has gone different - I´m smelling the storm

Ref:

It´s my own seven beaufort blues,

he wants me get wet, he taught me to choose,

... My - seven beaufort blues

 

The sea is a mirror of light and blue wine,

strange historic moments are waiting behind.

I glide to west, through a shimmering  sea,

I dreamed King Artus was speaking to me.

The waves are knights ride aside by my fin,

they capture my soul when the red sun dives in.

Ref:

And I win...

I will never end, I always begin

Got back my youth-

and  got my - seven beaufort blues.

 

The waves grew darker - they nearly are grey,

white crowns are dancing  - then they´re blown away.

I turned my head - the last I could see,

a big gothic wave is falling on me.

`was  washed with the colours of a turquise  dream

when Vincent is trying to paint this scene.

But I´m on the fly - I just could not see

am I me or a result of this artists genie.

Ref:

Sure it set´s me free,

is´t my seven beaufort melodie.

I never loose,

I got my seven beaufort blues...

got my seven - beaufort -  blues.