Crumbled down are the sand-castles,
And wilted loves litter the beach
The town is full of empty spaces
The customs-road is now asleep
Chorus:
Often, I've heard the sea
Murmur and hum to me:
See how I get bored in winter !
Why passes the summer ?
Lost boat looking for her captain
Who will give her freedom again,
The harbour keeps her well hidden,
Promising her to find it again