Far away from the stone and the water

Far away from the stone and the water,
memory is the shadow of a shadow;
all life is memory,
leaves of the trees in a wood.

Love unties many knots,
more than I would have ever thought;
this necessary love
which has tied and still ties me.

Always facing the wind
I've made myself against the current,
and living all my doubts,
here I am, and here I want to be.
But time, but life,
but the country and fate,
the daily lie,
the merciful face of death.

Serene now, the sea sees
the slight sorrow it has taken from me;
heaven would eat it
to make me happy.

But time, but life,
but the country, but fate,
the daily lie,
the merciful face of death.

Far away from the stone and the water
memory is a shadow of a shadow;
all life is a memory,
leaves of the trees in a wood.