The sea in state,
When winter rages,
To the wild beauty
That I find in you
In waves is unleashed
foaming with hatred
But beautiful despite everything
And you like the sea
Furious under the storm
You crush in your path
What bothers your steps
Your heart is more bitter
Than the dead water of the beaches
And cold as are cold
The pebbles of state
The pebbles of Ãtretat
The sea in Ãtretat
Is without precise color
Sometimes blue, sometimes gray
Like your eyes sometimes
Tranquil or in fury
She runs to the shore
Whether she storms or rampages
Depending on her mood
And you like the sea
Furious under the storm
You crush in your path
What hinders your steps
Your heart is more bitter
Than the dead water of the beaches
And cold as are cold
The pebbles of Ãtretat
The pebbles of Ãtretat
But will I never know
What is your true face
The one made in the image
Of my hope in you
Or the other more secret
Fleeting like a mirage
Which illuminated for me
The pebbles of state

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