The ceaseless surge
Listen to the surge of the sea
The thunder of the ocean
As I heard it when I was a child
Without change
Without pity
Breaking on the sand of the beach
The ceaseless surge
Listen to the high surge of the seas

In the woods of the west
I would not want to remain forever
My mind and my desire were always
On the little hollow by the bay
But those folk
Who were generous in affection
In their happiness
And in their acts
Have been scattered defenceless
As a flock of birds flees
In front of their enemy

I shall move away
I shall no longer stay beside you
My age
And my looks
Speak of the shortness of my days
But when I am wrapped
in the cold sleep of death
Make up my bed
By the sound
Of the high surge of the seas