La veu del mar [English translation]

I'd say that I feel no fear.

For, out of it, I keep making wood shavings.

Everything burns and I look at it, silent,

Without making a fuss:

The wheat and the haystacks

Of my youth.

Be quiet! Do be quiet, pain!

Now, I'm just a shadow of myself,

But still

It's a most intimate celebration

To hear, from afar, the voice of the sea...