The sea, which was a word
Empty and without horizon,
Today it is a child who sings
About forty prisons,
A child who wakes up
Like a wave giant,
He carries a pearl in his fist
And a red coral in his blood.
To the sea,
To the sea that is already guessed,
For the sea,
For the sea, promise and seed
Of freedom,
For the sea, for the sea...
The sea is waiting for us< br/>A short time from sleep,
It is only a matter of a few steps,
Those that fear represses,
Let's go, then, to embrace it
Like a lover who returns
br/>From a time that was stolen from us,
That which belongs to us.
To the sea,
To the sea that is already guessed,
To the sea,
To the sea, promise and seed
Of freedom,
To the sea, to the sea...
The sea is more than a landscape,
It is also a feeling,
It is a heart that beats
Refusing to remain dead;
It yields no more obedience
Than that which the winds demand,
They do not hold it chains
Nor does he stop before the fire.
To the sea,
To the sea that is already guessed,
To the sea,
To the sea, promise and seed
Of freedom,
To the sea, to the sea...

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