| Message | Sometimes violent,
sometimes gentle;
sometimes wild,
sometimes calm.
You,
the big ble.
Beyond the horizon,
beyond the sight;
beyond the memory,
beyond the time.
You,
the big blue.
You can be seen,
you can be heard,
even by blind eyes,
even by deaf ears.
Your blue is soaking,
into visions,
into dreams.
You can be felt,
you can be touched,
from miles away,
from different space.
Your blue is spreading,
up to the sky,
down to the floor.
You,
the gift from God;
you,
the charity to life.
You,
with immortality melted in your breast;
you,
with eternity slept in your bosom.
You,
poets’ lover;
you,
adventurers’ paradise.
You,
with hymns countless;
you,
with legends ceaseless.
You can never be defeated,
you are an undefeated warrior.
You can never be conquered,
you are the only master of yourself.
To those who want to defeat you,
you are the abyss;
to those who want to conquer you,
you are the grave.
You,
the big blue.
Your surges reach up to the vault of heaven,
like a vast fountain,
to paint the sky,
to wash the stars.
Your waves roll on without weariness,
like thousands of steeds,
to chase the wind,
to sweep your face.
When you are foaming,
the lily will fear to blosom.
When you are roaring,
the thunder will feel its shame.
You,
the big blue.
Life is born,
from your body,
from your blue.
History is buried,
at your bottom,
at your blue.
Legends are told,
by your roaring,
by your blue.
Souls are laid,
in your arms,
in your blue.
You,
the big blue.
Standing in front of the big blue,
I’m trying to find you,
even if my sight is limited;
I’m trying to call you,
even if my voice is noiseless.
I have spent all my life,
to hear you,
to reach you.
Because I always believe,
at the other side of the big blue,
you are doing the same as I do.
Behind the back of light,
darkness devoures all.
But I have never given up,
I have never backed down.
I’m trying,
I’m waiting,
I’m praying,
till the first ray of sunrise break the darkness,
till the first ray of hope break the shadow.
Will the wind carry my blessing?
Will the wave send my love?
Finally,
I see an image appear above the ocean,
I hear a voice rise upon the blue.
It’s your image!
It’s your voice!
I see blue reflect in your eyes,
with congealed tears;
I hear your calling of coming back,
like a powerful oath.
I dash into the water,
to kiss the big blue.
To let my thankful tears blend with the blue,
to let my grateful passion combine with the blue.
When you are calling,
I open my eyes.
When you are smiling,
I shed my tears.
Dawn’s breaking,
gold’s pouring,
from the sky,
down to the big blue.
After the storm,
we see the rainbow.
After the gloom,
we see the bloom.
Tears of happiness tell the coming true,
of our longing dream.
I will see you again,
my beloved!
Across the big,
big blue. |
