He is far away and missing me
he sails the ocean with his ship
towards the storms, through the dangerous waters
He promised to bring me something
a pearl necklace or an exotic parfume
but I don't care about those, as long as he comes home, please.
Every night I wait in the harbour and look at the sea
if a ship would arrive swaying to the horizon.
She's carrying my sailor on her deck.
Listen to me stars, stars stars,
Direct the ship to the home port.
I admit I am superstitious
I read the horoscope, I trust in destiny
If I walk under a ladder I'm afraid
that he will be in shipwreck.
You must not light a cigarette with a candle
you know that's foretelling the death of a sailor
I see omens where ever I turn my head
Every night I wait in the harbour and look at the sea...