A legend from the north tells
about a man crying on the beach
because of the love he lost
and then a seashell
dragged by the waves
rolled to his feet
and he took it in his hands
he put it to his ear
to listen to the sea and what he heard
was his beloved, who was calling him:
Look for me among the waves, she said
look for me among the waves
when the sun go to sleep
and the first wave
will revive your hands
the second wave
will freshen up your face
the third wave
will chase your body without shame
and the fourth, the fifth and the sixth
will play around with you, sprinkling illusions
the seventh wave
that one is me
with my embrace I lift you up in the sky
I left you fall to the ground, and dancing I go away
the seventh wave
that one is me
offering you my coral kiss
dressed in foam, in seaweed, in love
they tell that after that night
the man never came back
crying on the beach
he desappeared
and a seashell
dragged by the waves
turned into a rock
immortalized his memory
at twilight, listening to the sea
like an echo (one can hear)
his beloved's voice, calling him:
Look for me among the waves
look for me among the waves
when the sun goes down
and the first wave
will revive your hands
the second wave
will freshen up your face
the third wave
will chase your body without shame
and the fourth, the fifth and the sixth
will play around with you, sprinkling illusions
the seventh wave
that one is me
with my embrace I lift you up in the sky
I left you fall to the ground, and dancing I go away
the seventh wave
that one is me
offering you my coral kiss
dressed in foam, in seaweed, in love