Ah, I dream of my native valley.
I used to walk there singing,
Will I ever sing again
under those great trees?

Ah, poor Hylas?
Let me sail home, gently rocking
on the oceans mighty breasts
Oh, the powerful sea, the child of Dindyma!
I dream of my native trees.
They shield me from the heat of the day.

Will I ever inhale
their sweet perfume again?
Let me sail home, gently rocking
on the oceans mighty breasts
Oh, the powerful sea, the child of Dindyma!