Ma come fanno i marinai [English translation]

But where do sailors go

In their white jackets

Always looking for a fight or for a bazaar

But where do sailors go

With their tired faces

Always looking for a girl to kiss

But what do sailors do

When they arrive at the port

They are going to make love in the bar

Someone is alive by good fortune

Someone is dead

There is a widow to pay a visit to

But how do sailors

Recognize the stars

Always the same, always the ones

At the Equator and at the North Pole

But how do sailors

Kiss each other

And remain true men anyway

Going around the world without love

Like a mail package

With no one to ask him how it's going

And his heart longing for a woman

A heartless woman

Who knows if they still think about it

Who knows

But where do sailors go

Those reckless rogues

With their life in their pants

Their destiny between their teeth

Under the harlot moon and the smiling sky

How do sailors cope

With this boredom that kills them

Asleep on the deck

In utter misery

They dream of returning

They get over their hangover

Weary of a life full of mosquitoes

They don't care to be in the middle of the sea

A sea that gets more and more dull

As time goes by

On this useless route

From Genoa to New York

But how do sailors

Do without people

And remain true men anyway

And going around the world without love

Like a mail package

With no one to ask him how it's going

And his heart longing for a woman

A heartless woman

Who knows if they still think about it

Who knows