Morna [English translation]

In the sky of ash

the day sinks inside the wave

on the edge of the evening

I fear I too will disappear in the shadow

The approaching night is an orchestra

of fireflies and gorse

amidst echoes of toasts and fires,

a widower without you,

always alone, always aside, forsaken,

Far as I may go, she comes back

in the grief of a morna.

And on the love I feel, a warm wail blows

and it comes from the darkness and the sea

and how big is the night with the thought of you inside

hidden in the darkness and the sea

I do not shout anymore

still imagining

anyway, there's nothing here but wind

and words from back then.

It will be the evening wind

getting wet and then dry

and lips remembering, and voice

and it will be flesh awakening

It will be the absence making me fall in love,

as did

the sadness that does not come alone

and it does not come right now

but it feeds end wraps itself in the days

spent in vain, in misery,

When life is wasted

once,

it is wasted everywhere.

And on the love I feel, a warm wail blows

and it comes from the darkness and the sea

and how big is the night with the thought of you inside

hidden in the darkness and the sea

I do not shout anymore

still imagining

what, anyway, is nothing but

wind and regret from back then.

It will be the evening wind

getting wet and then dry

and it will be the music and smile again

and heart no more silent

it will be the foam of my days

swelling and then dissolving

it will be the soul coming back

in the feast of a morna.