The Moon, the Wind and the Sea

In my grandma's old house
Next to the stony seashore
The wind speaks to me quietly
Rustling through oleanders
The curious Moon
in the window
Resembling a jar full of fireflies
Listen, honey,
The Moon, sea and me
Three magical powers on the Earth
Young and old at the same time
The Moon which evokes feelings
Sometimes it's on top of the chimney
Just like a Christmas decoration
Sometimes it's in the bucket full of water
Swimming like a goldfish
Sometimes it shines joylessly
Through the veil of lace clouds
Sometimes it sends smiles to the whole world
Sometimes it's red from love
Sometimes it's blue from the cloud.
Insomnia is my magic power
The wind whispers
I never sleep
There are as many days in the year
As my faces
I leave no stone unturned
Sometimes I take the night from the window away
I leave a small frog on the doorstep

The Moon, the Wind and the Sea

I cover myself in lavender
And I hang a hat
On a lamppost
And the sea...the sea...
Is born every night
It arrives on the crab's back
And it sings and roars
And it caresses and seethes
Going back among the rocks in the morning
To long journeys
With a lot foam
To the unknown depths
Who knows when they will stop
All those magic powers, I wonder...
The magic never ends
My grandma's voice replies
From the other side of eternity
It continues to exist even we're gone
Everything will become clear to you in the morning, my dear.