Cançó de rem i de vela (nº XII)

Among the boats when love passes by,
It doesn't carry the fury of screams or kisses,
The love that passes by the seashore,
Is bluish-green and flexible like water.

For love to reach the beach,
We must have a little calmness,
And a seagull in the sleepy sky,
A seagull and a very blue water.

The love that passes by the seashore,
Wants the boat to move just a little,
Wants a bit of wind in the sail,
But is afraid of feeling the waves.

Wants a cheek to be kissed,
But with a certain reluctance;
The love lived by the seashore
Is a love of very few words.

Among the boats when love passes by,
It doesn't want tears, moans, or laughter,
The love that passes by the seashore
Is a sigh that beats like water.