Dawn awakes,
A small boat sails quietly.
The wind blows in the sails
And takes me to you.
And there the seagulls shine -
Through my dreams they fly.
Harmony on the ground,
Melancholy in the sky.
The sea is like a house for the fisherman,
Fishing barefoot,
He sings about freedom,
Leaving everybody behind.
Dawn awakes,
A small boat sails quietly.
The wind blows in the sails
And takes me to you.
Tea and boat, water and net,
The fisherman keeps on singing.
The clock hands in a hurry,
It seems like they don't have time.
If a cloud bumps into another cloud,
Planes won't take off.
If the fisherman comes back with a catch,
Well, what's left - to sing all together!
Dawn awakes,
A small boat sails quietly.
The wind blows in the sails
And takes me to you...