Music by Luca Catalano & Marco Catalano
Lyrics by Wilma Collo
MURMUR OF THE SEA, YOU WILL LULL MY PAIN,
ON THE SHORE OF SORROW I’M FADING AWAY
DRAINED BY THE WEIGHT OF A LONG, ERRING LIFE
BURNT BY THE DOOM, THE CURSE AND THE STRIFE
WEIGHED DOWN WITH THE LOSS
STRETCHING OUT MY HAND
TRYING TO REMEMBER
NOW I UNDERSTAND
I PASSED THROUGH ALL SEASONS
OF LOVE AND OF HATE
EVERYTHING I FOUGHT FOR
WAS MY CHOSEN FATE
IN THE WAIL OF THE WIND
IN THE BEAT OF THE RAIN
IN THE BREAKING OF WAVES
YOU WILL LISTEN IN VAIN
HEAR THE CRY OF THE GULLS
YEARNING FOR THE SEA
HEAR THE SPRINGING STREAM
BUT YOU WILL NOT FIND ME
NOW NOTHING REMAINS OF HIM WHO WAS LOST
AND FACED HIS OWN RUIN CARRYING ON AT ALL COST
WHILE HERE BY THE SEA THE COLD WIND IS SIGHING,
WHILE DOWN IN THE VALLEY THE FLOWERS ARE DYING
MY VOICE IN THE SHADOWS FOREVER WILL HIDE,
FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND WIPED OUT BY THE TIDE
AND THE LIGHT IN THE WEST AND ALL THAT MY SOUL SEES
IS JUST A FAINT WHISPER THAT DIES IN THE BREEZE
WEIGHED DOWN WITH THE LOSS
STRETCHING OUT MY HAND
TRYING TO REMEMBER
NOW I UNDERSTAND
I PASSED THROUGH ALL SEASONS
OF LOVE AND OF HATE
EVERYTHING I FOUGHT FOR
WAS MY CHOSEN FATE
IN THE WAIL OF THE WIND
IN THE BEAT OF THE RAIN
IN THE BREAKING OF WAVES
YOU WILL LISTEN IN VAIN
HEAR THE CRY OF THE GULLS
YEARNING FOR THE SEA
HEAR THE SPRINGING STREAM
BUT YOU WILL NOT FIND ME
NOW NOTHING REMAINS OF HIM WHO WAS LOST
AND FACED HIS OWN RUIN CARRYING ON AT ALL COST
WHILE HERE BY THE SEA THE COLD WIND IS SIGHING,
WHILE DOWN IN THE VALLEY THE FLOWERS ARE DYING
℗ Electromantic Music – Ainur