She led me to see the sea,
Visit the map and contrary (?)
Said that when the sky is clear,
One can see England to the contrary (?)
She told me stories
Of giants and of processions
Stories of pilgrimages
And of ships in distress
Chorus:
A girl from Flanders, girl of the cold and of water
A girl who ressembles a bow of a boat
A girl from Flanders, a grey ash look
Girl of the wind and of the north, of the sheaves
You had as many mysteries as the ocean sirens
She told me stories
Of rafts full of (?) elves
Said that the sea is Flemish
From Copanac to Calet
The heart of the world is at Restende
In little Andes tender evening
From the noise of the maines which depends
From the Caribbean to the Black Sea
(Chorus)
These are the tears of the marines
That make the tides rise
The tears of all the sorrow
Of the captains and the others
A girl from Flanders, girl of the cold and water
A girl who ressembles
A bow of a boat