There is a legend at the bottom of the sea
of a white wave that loved the sun.
It is the legend of a great love
that lives at sunset.
If I could also, like the sun,
love a wave from heaven above,
I would like it, love, to resemble you
in order to give it my warmth.
The sun came down in March
and the whole sea burnt up.
I also would like to heat up
forever the dreams of your heart.
There is a legend at the bottom of the sea
of a white wave that loved the sun.
It is the legend of a great love
that lives at sunset—
that lives at sunset.
The sun came down in March
and the whole sea burnt up.
I also would like to heat up
forever the dreams of your heart.
There is a legend at the bottom of the sea
of a white wave that loved the sun.
It is the legend of a great love
that lives at sunset—
that lives at sunset.