The rigorous sublime waves
Bring ashore the lost memories
The emotions are yet in rage
When the heart demands
What the eye barely sees.

The blessed Sun is sinking into the sea
To recover again its surpassing charm
The wild thoughts in all those tainted schemes
Do not allow the sombre waves to calm.

I gather my memories all in one grasp
And place them behind the silver door
I would promise, that picture is the last
I must paint of you, the one that I adore.