There is no laughter, only sorrow.
You cannot hear any songs, only cries.
Everything seems to be mourning
in this sailor retreat.
In the pub, the fishermen
became mute, they don't speak,
and the midwives, in the church,
pray for the grandfather.
Everyone is going to the burial,
everyone'll say: "He was so good!"
Everyone'll know how to speak well of him,
maybe someone will cry with grief.
But not with love, because to the old man
the only ones who gave him love were
the boat, the wind, the riggings,
the net, the sun, and the blue of the sea...
But in the next day everything will have changed,
because nobody thinks in the old man anymore.
The fishermen are gone to the sea,
the children play in the streets.
But in the beach, so full of people yesterday,
there's only a boat left
with a net that will never
kiss the sea again.
It won't kiss the sea
ever again.