Текст песни Grains of Sand - Fré

Little grains of sand
Sticking to my bare feet
My toes are sinking in the sand
On this lonesome beach
I wash them off
In the North Sea′s salty water

The tide comes up
Many grains are washed away
The sea takes them to a place I'll never know
The wind is blowing
Little grains flying through the air
Giving the wind a different sound

Where do all these grains of sand come from?
They are as old as the Earth
Maybe, once part of an immense mountain range
Lasting through years, centuries, ages of change
Where are these grains going?
Who will they meet
And who have they met
I wonder if a Roman soldier
Had the same grain of sand sticking to his toes
As the ones sticking to mine
Maybe that man brought this grain to the North Sea

And this grain of sand has been waiting for all these years
To be picked up by me