Spiagge [English translation]

Seashores, huge and burnt by the sun

Seashores which have already been lived, loved and then lost,

In this bright blueness, among the seashells and the salt,

So many people have already given in their heart.

Seashores,

Abandoned bodies,

Stolen moments,

While your skin is burning,

Another sail is sailing, until it disappears,

So many secrets, belonging to the sea.

One more summer here, and here one more time,

More confident and more bitch than ever,

Thousands of adventures that, will never end if,

New seashores will be there

For those loves

Seashores,

With their coconuts and sorbets,

Muscles and bikinis,

Strangers and baywatchers,

That record in the jukebox,

Playing your song,

For the story that,

Starts under the sun ombrella.

Seashores,

One more sail is sailing,

Until it disappears,

So many secrets,

Belonging to the sea.

One more summer here, and here one more time,

More confident and more bitch than ever,

Thousands of adventures that, will never end if,

New seashores will be there

For those loves

Seashores,

painted on a postcard,

I'm writing to you, you're writing to me,

Everything goes back to what it used to be,

Winter will pass by,

With its boredom and downpours,

But one hope survives,

There will be new

Seashores