Tired by the buildings' sadness
I feel the mother sick (sea sick) which comes to me
Hoist up the sails and live tenderly
The sea is my mother
And the bitter she takes it away
My troubles and agonies
In her waves she burries them
I go away
To see the sea
I go away
To see my mother
To drown myself
I don't care
If it's in my mother's arms
I go away
To see the sea
I go away
To see my mother
To breathe
I'm running out of air
I go back to my mother
Years go by and her spays remain to me
Some sand in my jacket's pockets
Between her squall I don't mind to be lost
The sea is my mother
And the bitter she takes it away
My troubles and agonies
In her waves she burries them
I go away
To see the sea
I go away
To see my mother
To drown myself
I don't care
If it's in my mother's arms
I go away
To see the sea
I go away
To see my mother
To breathe
I'm running out of air
I go back to my mother
A wave, so sketchy
Me I'm raving
I'm feeling well, her beach
I would take another cup
Of these waves ...
Of these waves ...
Of these waves ...
I go back to my mother
I go away
To see the sea
I go away
To see my mother
To drown myself
I don't care
If it's in my mother's arms
I go away
To see the sea
I go away
To see my mother
To breathe
I'm running out of air
I go back to my mother