Beneath the hoar-frost, body damply torpid,
the dove that's Athens shivers,
is enraptured, and awaits the distant sunrise
like a bride.
The ship! - it wipes out all our chances.
The Kuro Siwo crushed us under its heel,
but you're still watching, over the wheel,
how, point by point, the compass dances.
Where we finish, appears the sea. Sea. Sea. Sea.
Where we finish, appears the sea.
Speak! Say something, anything.
In the sea caves
for whole days I gazed into your eyes
and I didn't know you nor did you know me.
Oh God, you used so much blue
so that we cannot see you.