In the bay of Cascais
I saw a burning boat in the distance
You asked why I dreamed it
I looked at the sky, I couldn't answer
I see the sea in your eyes
By telling you old pictures
Of the trips, which the sea knew how to hide
I paint this bay like this
And there are a thousand colors at my feet
In this bay I discovered
So many images close to me
Alone, on the pier
I will remember your look
Drifting in the sea
I remember the sea in your eyes
By leaving this painting
the longing, after losing you
I paint this bay like this
And there are a thousand colors at my feet
In this bay I discovered
So many images near me

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