Sea,
lying for millennia under the sun,
who knows? the loves that you made blossom
and, like mine, you will have seen them end.
the wind kisses you as if you were a flower
and sometimes it even makes you angry
then, maybe tired, you go back to rest.
who also give a living to the fisherman
with your reflections and lampare lights
who knows? how many eyes will you have made dream.
if God gave you the way to speak
you would have stories to tell
of castaways, corsairs and adventures
that ended up at the bottom of the sea.< br/>crystals of dew in salt,
tickled by light sails
that, like a child, you don't know how to stay still.
I would like to have more? time to stay
Why? even if you don't speak you know how to listen,
I'll leave you my problems at the bottom of the sea.
one last goodbye, I have to go,
we'll see each other again, you can swear
and a new love will be born?, you'll see!
No no no no no….