1. I see the sea salty, not generous to the visitor
With a blooming rose, I wander in mirage and wander years

2. You both lean away from the path of certainty as if
A blind man walked with you or a barefoot nomad

3. The cry of eagles in the breaking of eggs
And the howl of wolves in the flesh of ostriches

4. And how many years have passed that I was not part of its people
And how my people were abandoned behind my back

5. So away with a soul that remains miserable
For the love of drink or the love of food