Under the ocean sky, standing fragile and solitary,
We're freezing at the autumn breeze, my violin and me.
Paying tribute to the water, far away from the glory,
In the whisper of the wind, I hide my sweetest melody.
When I put my violin back and bow my head, suddenly
in the coming of the waves, rises an hidden harmony:
White and majestic, high above my frozen body
The Seagulls of the sea, salute my lonely revelry.