1 The sea is a cruel father Who deliberately frightens me with a knife. The sea is false dates And vague signals of glow and moaning. The sea is blazing wars And people deserting homelands Sleeping naked at night like fish. The sea is poems Examining their palms by the fire To realize the secret of my youth. The sea is women, taking off the cuffs Dancing at a mythical down The song of the drowning boats And the captain's moan. They whisper like crystal I, the enchanted child, rise up I grope the waist of sand and the mounds of mud. 2 Go down! The sea is a myth. The spirit's bunches have fallen In the middle of the waves. The love words have fallen and the grass has roved. The hours have disappeared. Damn! You have not brought me the sea pearls As people have brought. What a disappointment! You have come to me with poor man's eyes, Martyr's homesickness, A prophet's speech, And a song saying: The sea is an everlasting blood bleeding From a god's wound. 3 The sea is a father, Tonight, Will slay me with a knife!