Now the wind is still 
In a moment it will be raging 
Now my soul is young 
In a moment it will be aging. 
 
And high above the pines 
I wrote several lines 
And left them in a bottle 
For you to find. 
 
Now the dream is rising 
In a moment it will be past 
This breath is my first 
It will all too soon be my last. 
 
And on a windy coast 
I made several toasts 
To you and me and the sea 
And no one heard. 
 
Now the wind is still 
In a moment it will be raging 
Now my soul is young 
In a moment it will be aging. 
 
And high above the pines 
I wrote several lines 
And left them in a bottle 
For you to find.