I come to see you each day,
enchanted steamer always distant…
Your eyes are two blonde captains;
your lip is the smallest red kerchief
waving a farewell of blood!

I come to see you pass; until one day,
intoxicated with time and cruelty,
enchanted steamer always distant,
the star of evening will be parting!

The rigging; winds that betray; the winds
of a woman who has passed!
Your cold captains will give their orders;
and it will be I who will have parted…

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