It's odd, people think they like the sea,
the sea, they don't see its bottom,
the sea, they don't see its end,
and you, it's rather the opposite,
you you don't hide any mistery.
It's odd, people think they like the wind,
the wind doesn't obey you,
it comes and goes as it likes.
You are not like the wind,
you who follow
my every step.
And people think they like the stars,
they are far away,
and they shine,
and people think they dream of stars
as they dream of what they can't reach.
So much distance betwen them and you
these are things one never says,
things I shouldn't say to you.
The sea, the stars and the wind -
since I saw you smile
I don't like them so much any more.