The happy mariner

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.