Thin and luxuriously green
Turned to the open sea,
At all times like an eternal guard
A lonesome king on the slope.
I watched him grew
As he laughed at the winds
As he touched the skies with his crown
As he drank water from the rock.
Suddenly it turned red,
Like, like when dawn is being born
Later black dust
Flew towards the water.
He's gone, the green king,
My cypress, he's not here any more,
The wounded rock still remembers its companion,
Its memory will be washed away by the rains.
The seagull screamed -pain,
When the flame bursted,
Instead of the green king
Now it's just - black rocks.
Waves crash against the rock
Quietly, quietly, more and more quiet
They beckon the green king
Well, he's no longer here.