As soon as the blue sea
brightly mirrors the sky,
to your trusty ship
return, o seaman.
Let's try out a happy
song on the waves;
let's defy the waves and thunder
as happy adventurers.

Hope, o mariner:
Hope is our treasure.
Let everyone hope to return
again to the bosom of his faithful ones.
The future is surrounded by a cloak:
Only God can know
who it may be who will again see
his old mother, weeping.

As soon as we shall see in the sky
the rain clouds raging,
we must work with courage.
Loudly we will cry out: "Courage!"
For today, songs and music
are what fate has dealt us;
tomorrow it can send us,
perhaps, storms and thunder.

But we shall see, returning on the sea,
full of joy, again that sunlight
that must return us
to the peace of our native land.
Then, out of danger,
a mother will listen to
that which will tell her
the tearful story of her son.