If one of these days you visit me home,
I will show you my garden,
A cloud that I keep in my courtyard
And the jasmine blossoms.
You shall not find the sea,
The sea left a long time ago:
It got up and left one day
And left me standing here.
For you, I will leave my job
And the tools scattered on the table;
I will lock the window really well
So the wind cannot drag any of my words away.
You shall not find the sea,
The sea left a long time ago:
It got up and left one day
And left me standing here.
You will find fresh flowers
And fruit on the table,
And a song I've written for you
That I've zealously kept for a long time...
You shall not find the sea,
The sea left a long time ago:
It got up and left one day
And left me standing here.
And later on, once you've gone away,
It will be Winter every night;
I will lie down on the same bed
With coldness biting my lips.
You shall not find the sea,
The sea left a long time ago:
It got up and left one day
And left me standing here...