When I feel like talking to you
Among the waves, the reflections
It's nice to meet you again
And I search for you at sea with the telescope
And people look at me strangely and I pretend not to notice
On the scorching sand, the ice cream melts
While the beach stops and I see my father's eyes again
I stay afloat with my eyes open
Among the waves, the reflections
It's nice to rediscover you
And I search for you at sea like a whale searching for food
And with a tuna-like gaze, I play dead and stay quiet
Above me, the sky that makes me feel small
It's not always true that we go to heaven
There are those who choose the sea with its sirens
It's not always true that we're better off in heaven
There are those who choose the sea and keep swimming