Maremar [English translation]

Mother-Sea, come and do appear

In the altar of my landscape...

Mother-Sea, for the old gods

Are today very far away from home.

A thunder for regret,

A port for each wound

And, for love, a little cove.

Mother-Sea, provide us with wind:

There's a tomorrow and some white sails.

Mother-Sea, and if it could be so,

(Don't bring us) neither a hurricane, nor too much peace.

For time is too short and it fades

Like a strange dance

That doesn't leave any footprints.

Run, for the wind is coming!

Watch how the wind runs

As it wants to invite you to its great ball.

Run, for the wind is coming!

Turn and rise through the air,

(Like a) white cloud filled with hope!

Take it and get high on it

With its scent,

Like only a lover could.

Look how the wind runs

As it wants to invite you to its great ball.

Take it and get high on it...

Take it and get high on it

Like only a lover could.

Watch how the wind runs!

Turn and rise through the air,

(Like a) white cloud filled with hope!

Mother-Sea, bring us peace,

But with the forcefulness of the olive tree,

Which never places its green-blue branches

In the hand of those who want to enslave it.

Let us fill our boat with stars,

And let not a weighty luggage

Mar our fishing nets.

Take it and get high on it...

Take it and get high on it

Like only a lover could.

With its scent,

Turn and rise through the air,

(Like a) white cloud filled with hope!

Watch how the wind runs!

Turn and rise through the air,

As it wants to invite you to its great ball.

Take it and get high on it

Like only a lover could.

With its scent,

Turn and rise through the air,

(Like a) white cloud filled with hope!

Watch how the wind runs!

Take it and get high on it

Like only a lover could...

• Artist:Lluís Llach
• Album:Maremar (1985)