It's warm, the day is bright,
the waves run sparkling,
in intangible blue.

It is a bridge to the distance,
born from the folds of the earth,
breathing deep and calm.

Nowhere do voices merge,
here the noise of life disappears,
the soft chord and the same joy remain.

I see how the depths turn green,
and on the wide shores the waves break,
like a shower of dazzling stars,
and the song of the sea is constant,
playing to the rhythm of eternity,
and flowing through the heart,
like a lullaby, so sweet.

If only another heart beat here, beside me!
But I cannot find hope,
I cannot achieve the satisfaction of the wise,
I renounce peace of mind and freedom,
and it lifts me up like a shadow on the earth.

My small joys are already reaching their lowest point.
Despair stirs me,
gentle as a summer breeze,
and the strength of others comforts and tortures me,
with their optimistic smiles,
with their fleeting happiness.

Now, I would like to lie on the shore,
and like a child, see the sea again,
discover it with a different look,
imagine it full of life again,
ignoring its cold hand of death,
caress it and feel it.

Hear its song of spring,
cry in the silence of time,
until I feel the need for food,
until the night covers me with its blanket,
embroidered with lights and memories,
and join my own voice to the scraping of life,
awaiting the dawn in the distance,
the warmth that is born from the heart.