When our ship sails, sails and catches fish
We're the ones standing on the masts
And that we're guys, guys, the fish fishermen know it
When we sing with guitars
Sun fries us the whole summer
In the winter, bora overweighs our voice
And when stars cover the whole sky
A singing ship sails the sea
When our ship sinks, sinks, and the bells are ringing
We're the ones standing on the masts
And that we're guys, guys, the fish fishermen know it
When we sing with guitars
When our ship goes, goes hunting for women
We're the ones standing on the masts
And that we're guys, guys, the fish fishermen know it
When we sing with guitars