I\u2019m asking for the wind to take my boy
back to the shore,
but nobody can promise he\u2019ll be safe
with me at home;<\/p>\n
I fear some day he might jump off
the boat and not return
because he fell in love
with what\u2019s below.<\/p>\n
My heart has sailed away
to fight the war between the waves,
and every day I feel more blue
than yesterday,<\/p>\n
But my heart belongs at sea,
the bow is pointing where he\u2019s free,
into the deep he calls
“our mother great and sweet”.<\/p>\n
My man has raised himself to be a sailor,
following the moon just to unveil her;
Is he sailing to eternity without taking my hand?
Salty tears are falling to the sand.<\/p>\n
I dream he sees a woman
made of salt, made of foam,
that’s calling him beneath to take a jump
and sink the boat;<\/p>\n
Who dares to sing refusals to the lady of the seas
will get to meet all sorrows while he’s dying as he lives.<\/p>\n
My heart has sailed away
to fight his war between the waves,
and with his shield he’s made
a raft and gone astray;<\/p>\n
My heart does not belong to me,
neither to freedom or to him;
My heart is kneeling to
our mother great and sweet.<\/p>\n
My man has raised himself to be a sailor
following the moon just to unveil her
is he sailing to eternity without taking my hand?
salty tears are falling to the sand…<\/p>\n
I was on my knees, my lover,
awaiting a message of hope;
the tides running over my body,
wetting and salting my soul.<\/p>\n
But the only voice I seem to hear
comes from the ocean\u2019s foam;
she whispers to me that it\u2019s over,
that my sailor has burnt the boats.<\/p>\n
Oh sailor, what have you done to the rain?
You made it fall upon the creeks
to propel forward your lost way.<\/p>\n
And what have you done to the birds?
You taught them songs to whistle back home
when no one remembers your name.<\/p>\n
Sailor, what has become of the sun?
Now that your back burns red out of shame,
for you can’t bring yourself to look at it set
over unknown waters?<\/p>\n
Does the shadow of your own build overwhelm you?
Or do you praise it for how far it got you without seeing light?<\/p>\n\n\n
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