Sail!
Sail!
The wind blew
The sails blew
He was standing, with
his arms outstretched
That the air filled his shirt
And his shirt was blown out
His eyes fell on the sky
The sea was deep
To the point of sight
This was the moment of
The conquest of the ocean
In which was enclosed
The face of the time!
It was as if his black eyes were shining
Deeper than the sea itself, but
He brings down youth, beauty and strength
He did not walk but danced
When he stops its like that
Whenever the wind blows
Wearing a shirt is like blowing a sail
Shows the way