Aquell vaixell

I don't need to tell you love
not the beautiful star nor a rose
nor offer you that flower
that is the reddest in the garden.

I want the silent love
that, sure and brave,
breaks the chains to go to the west
and is not afraid of sorrows
or cruel destiny.
That will be yours, that will be mine.

I don't need to tell you love
the sweet shelter of the dark night,
I don't need to open your heart
while I sneak among the works.

I want the silent love...

I don't need to tell you love
not the blue of the sea nor those waves
that break into ten thousand sprouts
to burst against the rocks.

I want that ship
that, sure and brave,
breaks the storms
and goes to the west
and is not afraid of the evenings
or the roaring lightning.
That will be yours, that will be mine.