It’s time to call the depths of the oceans to the witness stand
It’s time to summon the relentless turn of the seasons

For humanity always fights its own demons and always loses
At the last leg humanity is always at a loss

And what can I say about myself?
I, who raise unanswered questions
I am a son of a painful century
Plagued by lies and mediocrity
Forced to write words that no one reads
Sit next to me now
Let’s talk about dreams
In this way, maybe we’ll find our way home

Away from these suspended souls
Doomed to dance forever on the Titanic
I want death to find me still alive
When she decides to blow on my door

I love the storm and the waves crashing on distant shores
The hibiscus hedges, the Russian plains
And everything that flows
I cherish freedom, the visions of dreamers
And all that rises in the madness of the wind

And every time we leave and then come back
In the eternal rite of blooming and withering
Like the tidal flows, just like wars
That end and begin again, always at a loss

God of breezes and endless horizons
Guide me where the hibiscus blooms
To docks steeped in grease
Spices, hopes, and nameless loves
Away from these standing waters
Where the Titanic sinks again with its ghosts
I want death to find me still alive
When she decides to blow on my door

I love the storm and the waves crashing on distant shores
The hibiscus hedges, the Russian plains
And everything that flows
I cherish freedom, the visions of dreamers
And all that rises in the madness of the wind