Zephyr, God of the Wind, spelling your name I hope,
To not have committed any mistake, Great Lord...
Solitary and powerful this is your kingdom,
Here you allow you to be looked at, faced, admired
challenged and ridden where you raise the tides.
So you claim extreme discipline, devotion,
Only those who obey will get your appreciation
Here swirls the Zephyr! you say, here's not a swimming pool.
Here swirls the Zephyr, little girls don't make the rules.
Where the emerald green of the sea blown by your breeze
caresses the white sand, the whole beach is conquered
And prostrated to your feet, the sportsman of high-level
ignores your next movement, ready to be defeated, again.
Zephyr, God of the Wind, have you heard? You have been consulted!
Lord are you satisfied? Lord did you feel by me enough dominated?
At night I go away exhausted, to always be back: it's only night absence
Guided by the desire to never let you be... in lack of my obedience.