JDog

Here's the translation from my dad:

"In contrast to girls of the beach,
With salt of the sea in their hair, and sand,

I cry freshwater tears to exchange(?) canals
Of the city, and the rivers of this land.

Sand
between my toes, not from the beach,
But from between the stones of the street,

Makes a trail through my house, from bath-tub to tap,
So you can see where I have been, and where I stood still.

In contrast to the girls of the beach,
With dunes at their feet, and shells in their hand,

I walk with shod feet on the bridges over the canal,
I go along the side of the piers, I stand on the edge."