Текст песни Memories

Alone are the ones of myself who fly again By memory i envy you all I cannot go to places Where i was happy Or places where i could be There is no direction The streets are empty - of dust and sea And a boat is never near or far - or close to me And i am magically not the sea Not the wind but nothing that can be I envy you all I envy all of you who come back to me Memory of a rock, sand or tree