The sea breathes calm

The light is dying
in a cry of seagulls;
the last sun of the afternoon
kisses the lips of the water.

On the white wall is drawn
the shadow of the lemon tree;
the south-west wind ruffles
the hair of the trees.

The sea breathes calm.
The sea breathes calm.

The colours, already tired,
wanted the clear night.
In the west the clouds
drew near the mountain.

Along the old paths of the air
wide wings are lost.
Where music hides
heaven and earth embrace.

The sea breathes calm.
The sea breathes calm.

Slowly the lively voices
of evening have hushed;
I felt myself made of wind,
of light lazy hours.

I felt the look
that read the page
of the notebook of my life
that has now been pulled out.

The sea breathes calm.
The sea breathes calm.