2020.09.09.
Song of the sea
The storm is dying there on the waves,In its torment has wrecked their ship.
May they sleep endlessly, the proud sailors.
Lalala…
May they sleep endlessly, the proud sailors.
The wave is licking the black rocks.
On the cliff, at the top of the mansions,
The bells are shaking long despair.1
Lalala…
The bells are shaking long despair.
Far from their hearts, far from the old parents.
Far from the menhirs and the giant lighthouses,
Only the harsh ocean will rock them.
Lalala…
Only the harsh ocean will rock them.
- 1. Poetic or cryptic in French.