Canço de Na Ruixa Mantells

Moaning as the seagull does
that returns to the shores and comes back,
the crazy one from Camp de Marina
by the seaside.
Barefoot and covered in tattered clothes,
she ran wild, jumping over the rocks;
and her colored head was still beautiful,
the flower of her eyes.

Deep sea color had the dolls,
making crowns of sea lilies,
and everywhere she collected shells and seashells
to make a necklace.

So all alone, the sound of the waves,
in times of calm, in times of sorrow,
the sad one went singing at times
the strange song.

"I used to hate the sea but now I love it
since love that left me has a place there.
I have no father or mother on earth,
but he is here!

The sea wanted him, never satisfied
with lives, fortunes, treasures, and ships;
and she made him prey in a strong gale
Seagull-mantle.

(...)

So all alone, the sound of the waves,
in times of calm, in times of sorrow,
the sad one went singing at times
the strange song.

One stormy evening her delirium ended:
her body washed up on a cove the next day;
and on the sandy beach, a lonely mound,
someone buried her.

Her grave no longer has an olive tree cross,
but beach lilies she has every summer,
and only her light footprint is marked
by the fleeing bird...