This silk handkerchief, wow*,
a sailor brought it to me
with the little strawberry mouth, wow,
and those little sky eyes.
Kisses of rum and mint
give them to me on these lips
and I am telling the story, wow,
so that it does not return to the sea.
Chorus:
My arms are the mooring ropes
of your love, sailor.
I am the bay,
you are the sailboat;
don't leave me boy
cuz without your love I will die
If you think to give me side, wow,
I warned you of it first
that I have given number, wow,
to five or six sailors.
So hung out the candles
like a fishing net
that has the hook has been swallowed, wow,
and you have kidnapped me.
{Chorus}
I am the bay,
you are the sailboat;
don't leave me boy
cuz without your love I will die...