On the shore of a sea when oyster get bloomed I longing for soaked my mind by holding your hands at the fair of the waves Shadow will come down from the sky and clouds are floating we'll listen together what sluggish southern breeze tell to us those distant seagulls will come down on the water I'll soaked my heart with rhythm of the waves by holding your hands You'll speak to me by fixing your eyes only on me I'll listen to you silently upon fixing my eyes on the wing of the birds each and every wishes from my heart will be tuned with a new rhyme I'll soaked my heart with rhythm of the waves by holding your hands...