If the sun, from up there
suddenly turns the blue
into dark and goes away...
And if the blue sea doesn't have any more rhythm
and, wave after wave, steals
the beach of my happiness...
And then,
if the wind that used to sing with us,
blows these notes off-key,
it'll mean separating and saying goodbye...
But if the dawn comes up and then
reveals us
the coming day...
And if a lost swallow will have the sun,
the strength of its community
to continue the journey to the south...
And then,
if the fire of the path shines
forever, with love and without age,
it'll mean finding each other again and saying hello...