now dance there, dance on the sand;
and do not mind the wind,
do not care if the sea makes noise ,
what need is there ?
Now dance there, dry your hair,
drops of salt have made them wet;
you are so young and still you do not know,
now dance there.
you, the triumph of fool you do not know,
or the loss of love just born,
nor why the best always goes
and leave the grain to bind.
Now dance there, dance on the sand,
you do not mind the wind
you do not need to worry if now you want to shout,
what need is there ?