I want to die when the day declines,
at sea and with my face towards heaven,
where the agony seems like a dream
and the soul a bird that soars.
Do not listen on the last moments,
and with the sky and the sea alone,
more voices or weeping prayers
the majestic beating of the waves.
To die when the light retires
it's golden web off of the green wave,
and be like the sun that slowly expires;
something very bright being lost.
To die, and young, before the time destroys
the gentle crown
when life still tell you "I am yours,"
although we know well that its lying.
I couldnt find a translation of this awesome poem that i love so much
so i made one
with little help from google
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