[Verse 1] In the sun-drenched morning with the seagull I have tried to speak today Once it was a mountain then in a flash it descends toward the sea Crawling it floats upon the foam wiped away by the storm of the waves I stand here glass in hand amidst the dust of centuries [Chorus] Chase by the stars of the waves it goes further toward more waves To the wilderness of foam where the first sunlight of rain Shakes its golden wings where the sky is blue and clamorous Where sea accumulates distant seas and the horizon loses itself in the heart of the horizon [Verse 2] Upon the restless white breast dance fingers of foam Veins on two feet like stalks of grain dance the Spanish tango on blue waves The heart pumps the wine of Malabar breezes Trum-trum-trum-trum like a drum the rough movement of the sea echoes cliff to cliff Sunflowers dazzle in the glare of sun upon sun [Chorus] Is science as lonely as a box for the brain your body holds the scent of water grapes In your heart the fields of sunlight ripen and fall New children of harvest awaking we return to the port amidst the crowd and the whirlpool The longing eyes in the head of a dog will he not find his tail Ho-ho will he not Will those longing eyes like a dog's not find the tail [Bridge] Leaving itself to the heart of the northern wind your wings were born your heart awakened I have untied the knots of a thousand centuries in the scent of roads and homes Yet I have found no acquaintance with joy white wings were not born by piercing the progress of science The stairs to the sky to the stars have broken I have sought the festival in the songs of deep night [Verse 3] In every direction of the earth I have scattered the seeds of mind alas The lonely children of desire are lying on the body of the grass in the mist I have heard the falling of paddy or at the blue window of evening The invisible cuckoo comes to sing the harsh radiogram of all this pain cannot be cured by that [Chorus] Sometimes for once I surrender to the hands of the stars and come away to the side of the sea The field that is ending has ended its thirst is being quenched in the sky I look upon the picture of that blue sky the fragrance of stories from the sea's unconscious window [Outro] Floating on the wings of sunlight I wish to lose the earth right there Taking the place of the seagull into my hands In the colorful expanse of sunlight it so luxuriates Never in the paddy fields did the soul of the earth's peasant Find such sun nor the fruit of the olive leaves nor the joy with which the flies sang in the heat of a June noon When a maiden bending her tender neck quietly braids her hair in the ripe sun when the mother could be grass of the earth spreads out and bloom When the month of Chaitra dreams while lying in the watermelon field it so luxuriates in a honey wine far more precious and dense than those A beauty that no one has ever seen on earth the diamonds and gems of Sing Hall looted by rebels who descended into the Indian Ocean on a starry night And then it dawns so water is clear as crystal the honey and milk of wave upon dense wave the rosy face of clouds the bubbles of sunlight Yet even they did not see the anklets chiming on the bed.
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