Anguish at the everlasting waters we feed Staring at the darkest parts of the blue sea's eyes
It blinds us by its silence left a widower by a winter Which can never melt the icy salt of its waves
And left orphans by warm snows we go insane At your ancient resigned gaze
The golden swords of the sun can't even scratch Your intense mixture of silver and blue
Which deified our ancestors Which witnessed science's temples Which carefully hides the great lost island of the ancient future Which can kept the melancholic secrets of countless mortals
