Altes ones qui veniu del mar [English translation]

Tall waves, you who come form the sea

And the wind makes you sway, ever so briefly,

What do you want to tell me about my lover?

What is happening with him, since I don't see him return?

Yet... Oh, God of love!

No sooner does he bring me joy

Than he makes he makes my heart suffer!

Sweet breeze, you who come from there,

Where my lover went to reside,

Bring me a little of his sweet breath:

My mouth is expecting his breath!

Yet... Oh, God of love!

No sooner does he bring me joy

Than he makes he makes my heart suffer!

It causes such agony, to have one's lover faraway

Because his bright smile becomes tears, for me.

I never thought that he would betray me;

My poor heart is longing for him...

Yet... Oh, God of love!

No sooner does he bring me joy

Than he makes he makes my heart suffer!