Normandia [English translation]

A string of goodbyes,

messages in which there are lies,

the salt water of the shore

makes the sea blush.

Time is going backwards

with the spring at its back.

Bitter language flows,

it was taught to the girls on the benches

where one loves, sink or swim.

Weep, my imbecile heart,

for the open letters of time.

Oh my heart, gather from these lines

the faded flowers in the gaps.

Oh weep, my imbecile heart

I write to you in grass and wind

and when death draws us

it is in the blue ink of lovers.

I give the sea back

our infant faces.

The sea comes to die

in our shattered glass

where one loves, sink or swim

Weep, my imbecile heart,

for the open letters of time.

Oh my heart, gather from these lines

the faded flowers in the gaps.

Then my imbecile heart runs,

I keep the clouds "red blood"

and when death draws us

it is in the blue ink of lovers.

And so my heart runs in exile

And so my heart runs in exile

And so my heart runs in exile