The waters roll
The beach trembles
The beach echoes
Pebbles rattle
And the night
Follows the moon
And a distant
Nightingale on some
Desolate beach stump
Rings her lay
Rings her lay
After all
It's fading day
Ah! to drown in the rage
Of the sea
Fading black before
Lights up another day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem