What a lovely motion of the tranquil waves of the sea!|
How beautiful they look as they slide onto the gentle beach!
Their pleasant murmur forms a song of magical sound
And their color is the emblem of the hope of love.
But with the horrible sound
Of the terrible, fierce storm,
Blows the violent North wind.
Majesty appears in its waves.
They rise in wild arrogance
In a mountain of foam and crystal,
And with a great noise afterwards
They return to the beach to die.
In the immensity of the floating waves, I saw you,|
And when I went to save you, for your life, I lost mine.
The sweet vision in my soul carved indelibly
The tender passion that robbed me of fortune and peace.
If the echo of my sorrow
Should come to disturb your refuge,
Love will follow you.
Do not refuse to listen to its pain,
For the wind will bring you
The plaints of my heart
And will always repeat
The strains of my song.