Stood on the timbers of a intrepid craft, sailing to a foreign land, the waves caressing the bow, licking the wind with its salty tongue, ah, the life!
So soon, though, is man left alone with his thoughts and the waves. See in them your destination, your obstacle, your love, your triumph. Never alone on those waves; ah, the life! I wish on a star never to reach my destination, but port is calling me from my home.