Itsasotik ilargira

The sea, from me to you
brings the sand,
crashing against the cliffs
with the strength of its soul,
the strength of its soul.
The scent of the sea breeze
brings me the foam of love,
my heart's boundaries
are the south and the north,
the south and the north.

From the south to the north
is a long road,
a rainbow in the sadness
that comes without warning,
that comes without warning.
Your breath is mine, darling,
a life-giving mist,
the wind that comes to me
from the sun to the moon,
from the sun to the moon.

I love the sun's
fiery red,
but even more the
quiet brightness of the moon,
the quiet brightness of the moon.
You alive, my love,
if I were to die,
come to the field of stars
in search of my soul,
in search of my soul.

My soul made from the south
to the north,
under the moon, pale,
in the sea, blue,
in the sea, blue.
The sun gives the wind
a love that it shares,
let's find it together
in the loneliness we can't escape,
in the loneliness we can't escape.