I’m here, listening to the sea,
sitting silently, comforting the sea
because summertime is fading away and with it
the water games of tourists and children
that cheer up the sea,
and I too, now, should go inside myself,
the same heartbreak as the sea,
he, for its abandoned shores
and I over my sinking memories
that I vainly tried to lose while on holidays,
yep, here you are
having your usual drink,
at the bar
yep, here you are,
an illusion,
a longing,
in your absence
I’m plunging
into the waves of my blue oblivion.
In your absence,
talking to you from over here,
you, now a prisoner
among the waves of my blue oblivion.
But I’m here already, and here with me the reluctance
of having to go back to work
at night, tired and aloof
‘cause now I feel like dreaming
and I don’t have time to listen
to the needs of customers
busy running errands for New Year’s Eve dinner
and buying Christmas presents.
Of course I would like to leave
because inside me
I miss the sea,
the sea was not enough to part us
but a silence did
because I was troubled and even if
I had a lot to tell you.
Yep, here we are,
if hoping that the jigsaw puzzle
will assemble itself.
Yep, and it was you, just here
but I was confused and could not understand
if you were in my dreams or for real.
Plunging into the blue
amongst the waves of my blue oblivion.
In my absence
talking to you from over here
you, a prisoner now
amongst the waves of my blue oblivion
set yourself free,
but stay here in the blue
because nowhere else is
the right place for you,
you know, nowhere else is
the right place for you
and I’m staying here listening to the sea,
you know, at times, it can be helpful
to converse with the sea.