Oceana, bridal Oceana, thigh of the islands Sing to me here, by my side, the vanished Chants, signs, numbers of the desired river.
I want to hear the invisible, that which fell From time to the equinoctial mantle of the palm trees. Give me the secret wine contained in each syllable The coming and going of foams, of races of honey Fallen to the marine vase over the reefs.
Oceana, recline your night in the castle That awaited forever your mane coming In each wave that the sea elevated in the sea And then it wasn't you the one coming But the sea but the sea
I'm craving to be nothing but marine stone, Statue, lava, tower, a monument Where the waves that crash have disappeared: Seas that died with chant and traveler.
Oceana, give me the shells of the reef To cover the walls with their lightning The Spondylus, heros crowned with thorns The splendor of the murex on the rocks: You know how, over the ultramarine salt, In his vessel of snow, the Argonaut sails.