All the people honor
January at the window
Until the sea fills the tides
To arrive closer to her
The folks come down to the sand
And beat over it
How wickedly it combs
And doesn't listen to who appeals
Who wakes up early always finds
January at the window
Even when the Sun rises
Soon shows its sides
She makes it so that you don't find out
About her grace so simple
The folks rise
Going towards to the sea, hoisting the sails