Waves crash slowly while the sea glitters
The sun burns a great red; the birds fly above
The blue sea watches as the mountains witness
As the waves gently touch the woman standing
By the shore, she looks ahead,
Mind way beyond the horizon
Her hair falls just right on her shoulders
Oh, splashes here and there as the sea goes
Welcoming its new heir with glitters in her eyes
The sea turns crimson, its reflection now blinding
The woman still looking ahead starts waving
She waves to the sea and then turns her back
She whispers so slowly, the wind catches a
Goodbye
Yakapin 
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