The waves dashed hit the coast, there are between the lonely little hut, a hope that the vast boundless, no trees, only that the sky and the sea, only the crags and cliffs, but inside there is the greatest happiness, because there is love to live. No gold and silver hut, but one of my dear people, moment gazing at each other, how much they love, the shack was small and shabby, stood on the shore of lonely, but inside there is the greatest happiness, because there is love company.