El día feliz que está llegando

A happy day is approaching
like a ship after its months.
An April day is approaching,
an April day is going to come
to the end of November.

And I cling more to the sea,
I double brother of the fish.
I light a fire in the hearth
that saw the storm shine
that guides the course of these months.

A sunny day is approaching,
a day of old elves.
A fierce bird approaches
buzzing to the pleasure of your scent.
A time of rabbits is approaching.

And anxiety digs into me,
digs deep, here, in the softness.
It digs simply to dig,
as if to make it sink deeper
the happy day that is coming.