When on the sand only
there are footprints of rats and sailors
it is then when a blue sea is my blue sea.
When three rocks form a port,
and each grain of sand seems a piece of gold,
it is then when a beach is my beach.
Good day,
good day to everyone.
Good day, good day.
Good day, little wind from the east
that thou comest from where the Sun is born
and dies on my sail.
Good day, good day.
If it blows towards where the fish hides.
it is then when the easterly wind is my wind.
If it is light like a dove
and on the prow painted in red thy name is,
it is then when a boat is my boat.
If the waves are jongleurs
and the sun half pomegranate rising in the sea,
it is then when I want to be a sailor.