Morning light on cobblestone,

Soft as feathers, cold as bone.

Swinoujscie, your harbor sighs,

Whispers carried where the seagulls fly.

Oh, the waves hum your name,

In a tongue I can’t explain.

Every step, a fading trace,

Of a love I can’t replace...

Dusk unfolds in shades of gold,

Tales the tide has never told.

Footsteps lost in shifting sand,

Like the touch of your unseen hand.

Oh, the waves hum your name,

Though the years fade its frame.

Still your light finds its way,

Through the mist, through the gray...