When hazy dreams
Haunt the old sailor
At the time when night comes
The call of the cuddly waves,
What's the point in listening to it on the shore ?
Because other seas out there
Were whispering to him
Words that this one does not say
In a havel of the old harbor
He takes refuge
And lull his nostalgia
In dreams of gold
The fierce regret biting him
Fades for an hour
When the accordion weeps
In a havel of the old harbor
The song of the sirens
He never hears
It's not when dreaming
Close to the swaying waves
That he mentions faraway lands
No, it's not the song
At the edge of the ocean
That tells him about his loves of days gone by
In a havel of the old harbor
He takes refuge
And lull his nostalgia
In dreams of gold
The fierce regret biting him
Fades for an hour
When the accordion weeps
In a havel of the old harbor
The song of the sirens
He never hears
It's not when dreaming
Close to the swaying waves
That he mentions faraway lands
No, it's not the song
At the edge of the ocean
That tells him about his loves of days gone by....