I couldn't find a way out, so I used
and hit a rock in anger
crashing sea
water, ripples, waves, showing the sea
And shipwrecks,
there's someone's life breathing there

What a good sailor he is
He always wanted to fall over the horizon
His faith is in the anger and loneliness of the sea
How dare he speak of the sea?
The sea is only water, only those who swim in it
and the schools of fish that swim it

When is the sea happiest?
No one, nothing, no black clouds
Is it when an imperceptible breeze caresses?
With the cliffs singing shameful songs
with the cliffs?
beside me.