I'm going to embroider your horse's saddle,
With dozens of diamonds
The comings and goings of the moon,
Upon the waters of the sea
My boy, my boy
My boy, I rejoice in you
I'm going to embroider the sides of your silver guns,
With the wing of a swallow,
And with a cross, so it can guard you,
The nights that I wait for you
I'm going to embroider your double-edged knife,
With your crystal clear gaze
That blue gaze of yours,
That I can't get enough of