Only a sailor can know how the nature loves
When the wind rocks the boat and lulls it to sleep
Only a sailor can know how the nature punishes
When storm shakes the boat, it howls and rages
Even when wild breakers strike or a wave smiles
Always in the joyful chest there is also longing
Only a sailor can know when longing for farawy lands
Can make the blood boil, can feel it in the veins
Only a sailor can know how fatherland calls
When the boat again roams towards the home port
Even when wild breakers strike or a wave smiles
Always in the joyful chest there also is longing
Only a sailor can know what vastness means
When the familiar land stays behind and the sea opens
Only a sailor can know how small the world is
When from his boat he views each harbour
Even when wild breakers strike or a wave smiles
Always in the joyful chest there also is longing
Only a sailor can know how a maiden loves
When he tours many ports and always has a new one
Only a sailor can know how the longing remains
And yet always in his mind is the girl from fatherland
Even when wild breakers strike or a wave smiles
Always in the joyful chest there also is longing