Not one blossom from the green pine tree would answer
To one who, like me, sleeps all alone.
My lover is at sea and I've already been a wave,
Marine and wide!
This entire body of mine, feels so heavy to me;
Stagnant, like water without a destination.
At sea, that's where my lover is; oh green pine tree,
Oh green mast that goes from the earth up to the sky!
I heard about my lover,
And he hadn't just been with me!
I was such a perfectly rounded wave for him
When, most mellow, desire would lead us
To the surface of water and to lustful skin
Through time, which would open up even more time!
And thus, upon losing my virginity,
I rushed into that storm
In which people say, at once, the whole truth;
Which is, at the same time, both truth and fantasy.
I heard about my lover,
And he hadn't just been with me!
What am I now, oh green pine tree, oh green mast,
You who are planted here without being able to escape?
In the grief of these eyes, I'm just a remnant
Of the true water of another sea...
I did hear, at last,
About my lover,
And he hadn't just been just with me...
But in me!