To those girls who have scales
Of your nets,
They rip up the knitting
They who, wherever they may go,
Fully throw themselves into the battle
To the girls of the waters
Who sail their ships
Who have the audacity
The grace that makes one jealous
But who, tenaciously,
Have the ambition of changing everything
To the girls of the water
Who win their ships
During the day they defy the waves
That assail them
During the night they lead their boats
Fearlessly, flawlessly
Bending, but perfectly
Strong and vulnerable
To you, sinners,
Where, then, do you find the wisdom,
When they hurt you,
To conceal your sadness?
To the girls of the waters
Who make their ships shine