When the waves rise, they come to a crash

Then crescent moon falls, and the shoebird sets upon

Walking along the burnt yellow moist sand 

The town's man strolls toward the village

And when the waves rise, they come to a crash.

The calm blanket of darkness falls upon roofs and walls: But the waves, the waves of darkness calls out

The little tides, with their gentle kisses 

Erase any traces of travelers in the sand,

And the waves rise, they come to a crash

The dawn of morning awakens; the stallions in their homes, rustle and bang on the walls as their owner calls, daylight returns, but nevertheless 

Above the hill comes the townsman back to the moist sand, And when the waves rise, they come to a crash.